Brandon Krause
Bio
Brandon Krause was born on October 7, 1976, in Austin, Texas, to Marilyn and John C Krause of Buda, Texas. By the age of 8, Brandon discovered that his aptitude for art was a potential passionate driving force; a way to communicate more clearly than he was able to do verbally. Nurtured into the discovery of this new talent by both his parents and paternal grandparents, Brandon began to sketch, whittle wood, paint, and experiment with many different types of media. By the sixth grade, he began taking formal classes at Dahlstrom Middle School under the instruction of Diana Debrock. Under her 3-year middle-school guidance, he was introduced to many new concepts and media and was able to develop confidence in his expressive abilities as well as a heightened understanding of basic drawing and painting techniques. By the time he entered high school, under the compassionate understanding and dedication of his art teacher, Carol Dolezal, his devotion to the arts had blossomed into a highly motivational driving force which provided him with more emotionally involved concepts and more expressive creative visions. Feeling socially awkward, Brandon sought sanctuary in the art room where he worked diligently on a variety of projects. After 2 years in an advanced placement art course, he graduated high school and had built a respectable body of portfolio quality art.
In 1995, Brandon graduated with an art scholarship and enrolled at Austin Community College where he took courses such as Basic Drawing and Design. In 1997, he transferred into Southwest Texas State University where he took more basic art courses such as color theory and 3-D design. Humanities and a myriad of art history courses furthered Brandon's understanding into the universal need of the arts concerning both intellectual and emotional aspects of art, as well as its place in history. It was at this point his art began appearing more inspired and conceptually more philosophical and introspective in nature. In 1998 his dedication earned him a place on the Dean’s list at Southwest Texas State University. Brandon had produced a fair amount of work by the year 2000, as well as gained recognition from his peers and instructors with the inclusion of "Human Xerox" into a prestigious annual student show. At the end of 2000, Brandon had built a body of work that exceeded anything he had ever done including an innovative form of paranoia and intellectually-driven assemblage sculpture as well as 38 expressionistic paintings. Removing himself from the social scene in 2001, almost completely drained of all emotional facilities, he continued working and began another series which embodied a horrific retrospective vision of his past. This art portrayed confusion and illustrated the emotional turmoil he had endured throughout development; outlining deep fears and strong expressions portraying the depth of his complicated mind. Today, he continues to work at his home studio in Buda, Texas, while keeping several projects in production as 'works in progress' in order to continuously provoke and stimulate his inspirational conceptualization.
Barnabus
I finally feel awakening from dormancy of soul
It's like loves light has lifted me, played a saviors role.
Decades of despair and darkness in one decision ended.
Understanding irrationality of fear, lifes scars quickly mended.
The Spirit is resiliant requiring responsibility to risk,
The need to learn, essential and emotions shifted brisk.
One must fall on occasion and failure is a tool.
Wisdom won when finding courage, Anxiety is the fool.
Beautiful Encounter
I met her on a mystic night,
Anxious though exciting;
Until she walked into my sight,
Her beauty so delighting.
An atmosphere of black-light
Allowed us to combine
Two starlit auras soul-plight,
Our spirits to entwine.
We stroll down historic mem'ry lane
Sharing thoughts and insights,
Giving freely of each other,
Until embrace delights.
And suddenly, in that moment
The cease of all of existence;
A kiss of a thousand angels,
Inspiration in an instance.
Cyclops Sightless
The cyclops and the sightless
Were pondering one day
One in fright, one frightless
Their envisioned beyond away
Fears shout silent, frozen in a gaze
Thought wan'dring mindless, lost in lucid haze.
Minds meet within a sphere of green
Where destinies for each foreseen.
Earth Spirit Marriage
Stare towards the mirror in quaint solitude,
What is it that you are looking for?
Are you searching for truths;
Contemplating the reality of what is,
Or terrified at what has not yet become?
Why do these mysteries worry you so,
And what banes suppress the soul’s anxiety?
Anticipation shrouded in fiction, fantasy, paranoia;
They only snuff and smother the flames of ambitious plights,
Dousing hopes and dreams in a deluge of fear.
Introduced-- another chapter in the beauty of life,
A Devine experience and the gift of blessings for change,
Ethereal conjunction of faith and logic,
Marriage of conscious in will and faith in soul,
Devoid of icy fear by incineration of passionate desire.
Professing faith, though Earth-spirit intuitions wise,
Emotion and intellectual expression delivers
Bright tones of insight in fiery disguise.
The loving angel who bore a miracle divine,
Dynamism converging into inspiration.
Of trials and tribulations, a multi-facet gem;
Natures presence embodies beauty of the spirit.
We are moving into paths that life presents,
Spontaneous oftentimes are the disciplines
Of subconscious spiritual intents.
Encouragement of free thought,
Without neglect to emotional awareness;
Ever vigilant to Consciousness
Of the soul’s existence..
Spirits are soaring;
Soon Our consciousness will fall into muse;
Soul and body merging,
And yet once again
We will connect as if it was as natural as the rhythm
Of two hearts
Beating as One.
Yet another chapter in the Great Tome;
A testament of the Divine Creativity,
The most beautiful design of human reality;
God exemplifying the miracle of love
Through his gift-- our will, via choice.
Intellectual Battlefield
Minds, clashing with spiritual conciousness.
Does logic have no end,
Or does emotion have no origin?
Spiritual warfare on a subconcious plane.
The strive to know,
Impeded by the will to prove.
Blinded by our reasoning,
Yet inspired by faith;
Suppression of the material,
Allowing enhancement of the etherial.
Living
The Experience of life has been a mysterious plight
Now nurturing knowledge within sensitive sight.
Cycles of beauty followed by pain
Emotions entangled then unraveled again.
Realisation of living lives in multiples by now,
Gained is glorious wisdom such great pangs endow.
Inspired by empathies existence extreme
Uncontrolable anxieties consciousness 'dream'
Passionate 'Insanity'
Insanity implies imperitive repair.
No need to nurture a 'negative' affair.
Wonderment in why we wish to percieve
Detriment to derranged delusions reprieve.
Positivity provided via personal releases
Expression enlightens, enhances, and eases
Sanity sounded silently en hue
Reality recreated to rationality skew.
Temporary therapies thrown throughout
An artistic appeal attuned against doubt.
Poem - Conditions Parts 1 and 2
Part 1
Sweltering summer sunlight blinds my eyes and binds my brushes,
Sweat stings in strife of humid hindering and heated harsh flushes.
Dazed within dangerous determined delirium,
Baked brain boiling and belittled en the interim.
Surprisingly swindled by solar seduction and irrational rushes.
Dampened, drained, deluded digging for decisions within the hushes.
Flaring flames ferociously finding freedom to nurture
Relentlessly ravaging responses relative to nature.
Lust lies lounging within the light,
Clarity of mind into the fall of night.
Part 2
Sunset summer solitude stills my mind and fills my muse
Studious silence and sensuality lifting into lighten love to use
Brandishing barren brushes within bravest brainstorms
Daring divergent delusions diving into free forms
Seductively swept by sumptuous sounding of symphonic cues
Materialized magical mysteries masked with melodic hues.
Passion in pale potential partakes from bud to bloom
Blazing brushstrokes borrow brightness to bury gloom.
Love lives throughout bringing into life,
Creation of soul shouts to snuff my strife.
Precious Youth
Escape into the recess of the night my child;
Your life ends much too soon.
Enjoy the privledges of innocence;
Be wary of the moon.
Hide until the sky breaks dawn,
Then celebrate the morn.
Dance amongst the sunlight beams
Where all God's life is born.
Youth is more than often lost;
Stolen by the breeze;
Taken by maturity's
Responsibilities.
Life ends much too soon my child;
Escape into the night.
Hide until the morning comes,
Then dance into the light.
