The striking impressionism of James R. Eads

Trip the Light Fantastic

James Eads is a multi-disciplinary artist with a passion for both art and design. In his work, James challenges the concrete
reality that we live in – he plays with color and motion to form a world of believable fiction and like a map to this new world,
his pieces act as illustrations for something previously unknown.

James Grew up in Los Angeles and lives in Brooklyn. He works as a freelance illustrator and produces a flurry of musically
inspired art. He is currently available for commission work.


The wind brings life on this warm summer night,
pushing back further the return of the light.

We could trip and dance in nearly sixty six ways,
light and nimble in this space between two days.

But nights even like this must come to an end
so it’s in this moment I’ll choose to suspend:

the weightlessness of our final hours,
as we glide above these secret flowers.

We’ll find comfort in nighttime’s warm embrace
and have this be our go-to-place.

When things are looking dauntingly dark
here is the light we stole from midnight park.


Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

Scenes from Saturday Afternoon is a three color screenprinted gig poster for Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic
Zeros’ June 13th tour date in Buffalo, NY.
Stay Lit

“Fine, let them eat cake”
No More Birds Now
When I awoke things seemed fantastically new
a bird mocking frog, indeed, what a peculiar view

This dream like land is littered with blues
a paradise alive, lost if i choose

Twice haunting eyes watch in a slippery cave
my own demise must be a water filled grave

Theres a spot in this river where the magic runs thicker
with the fireflies abuzz making me sicker

Taunted and badgered by birds all the same
they glow and they bicker calling my name

And the cattails dance singing of sweet sorrow
while moths gloat shining the light they borrow

I grant I may be more lost and a stranger
scared and alone in an everglade danger

There’s a point on the horizon where you can’t seem to see me
but theres a sky in this river where I can see clearly

If this moon’s a mirage, then the birds must be too
I’ll close my eyes tight and then calm will ensue

Why do they tease, why won’t they clear?
will they leave me alone if I admit what I fear?
That the world I once knew is no longer here?

As the stars and the birds watch me below,
I realize I left myself long ago

At least with certain I can avow
there will be no more birds now.

Black Magic

I put my soul in what I do, and while I’m still here I’ll dance for you.
The Visitors
Riverfriend Album Cover
Spring Dream
Living Dreams

The Invisible things that hold everything together.
Kahlil Gibran in Rainbows

“The appearance of things change according to the emotions, and thus we see magic and beauty in them,
while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves…And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare
feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”

-Kahlil Gibran
Bedroom Wind

Welcome to Wavy Bay, If you can’t find your way here, you must have your eyes open. 
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2 Responses to The striking impressionism of James R. Eads

  1. Ramona Ivan says:

    Love the little black masks!

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