Dream Big

from $6,000.00

Unique Edition of 8
3D Mixed Media Assemblage

This artwork, inspired by Rob’s poem “Reseda Blvd.,” features the empowering phrase, “thinking small is a waste.” If you let your mind wander and envision your perfect life, what would it look like?

In this piece, a child and her mother point at the words “Dream Big” painted on a wall, while a figure climbs a building as if scaling a tree. The tree's branches reach out, appearing to hold up the moon. The contrast of black and white photography with vibrant colors embodies the dual desire to aspire to our true dreams while remaining grounded and connected to the source of life.

The piece is three physical layers of 1/4” wood panels, each laser cut, revealing portions of the layer behind it, giving the piece a three dimensional surface. The photograpic prints are painted and drawn on making the work truly unique.

It comes with a wooden black float frame I handmade as a complement, but if you’d like to reframe it to match your aesthetic, it can easily be done.

If you need advice on which piece might work best in yoru space, please contact me and I’ll be happy to help.

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Unique Edition of 8
3D Mixed Media Assemblage

This artwork, inspired by Rob’s poem “Reseda Blvd.,” features the empowering phrase, “thinking small is a waste.” If you let your mind wander and envision your perfect life, what would it look like?

In this piece, a child and her mother point at the words “Dream Big” painted on a wall, while a figure climbs a building as if scaling a tree. The tree's branches reach out, appearing to hold up the moon. The contrast of black and white photography with vibrant colors embodies the dual desire to aspire to our true dreams while remaining grounded and connected to the source of life.

The piece is three physical layers of 1/4” wood panels, each laser cut, revealing portions of the layer behind it, giving the piece a three dimensional surface. The photograpic prints are painted and drawn on making the work truly unique.

It comes with a wooden black float frame I handmade as a complement, but if you’d like to reframe it to match your aesthetic, it can easily be done.

If you need advice on which piece might work best in yoru space, please contact me and I’ll be happy to help.

Shipping included to US 48 contiguous states. Please allow 3-4 weeks.

For questions, international shipping, or if you would like to see a mockup in your space, please contact us.


RESEDA BLVD.
(companion poem for “Dream Big”)

Reseda Blvd
Carves through
The valley floor
It’s lined with fast food Family dentists

And gas stations The north end Winds up a hill

It’s where I used to hide When my bands broke up My girlfriends left
Or my house
Was too depressing To go home to

I’d stare at the basin lights
In my beige Toyota
Smoking cigarettes
Plotting my escape

I’m told people actually want to live there now

When I was a kid
It wasn’t somewhere to be
It was somewhere to leave
All I wanted was out
The idea of an unremarkable life was unbearable

I dreamed big

I wanted extraordinary Exemplary
I wanted a life
That when I looked back
I’d shake my head in disbelief
Blown away
By my own accomplishments
And adventures

I thought I was on my way for awhile
But for every nudge that pushed me forward
The voices called me back

Forging through
The omniscient sludge
Of all that is
Requires faith
Hope
Resolve
A potpourri of personal characteristics
I lacked at the time

So I negotiated with nothingness
Trying to convince myself
I could be satisfied
With my sights set
A little closer to earth

The problem is
Settling for good enough Is never good enough
For the soul
It wants what it wants
It does’t matter how much
You think you can’t do it

Thinking small is a waste

I dream big
I want it all
I want to grow ten feet tall

I dream big
Right on time
Desire is divine

It pulls me up
From the comfort
Of who I am
And summons me
To who I can be
To who I was born to be

Some days I float
Some I climb
Some days it’s a grind

Still
I dream big

Because it’s hard to break chains
Scratching at the links
It’s a job better left
To bolt cutters
Or a wrecking ball