I’m calling this December auction Tales of the Glories, not because I think I’ve lassoed anything grand, but because every now and then a little light sneaks into my life like a stray dog that decides I’m the one worth following home.

These paintings—they came from the long afternoons when the world felt too heavy to lift,so I tried lifting a brush instead.

Some days that work worked.

Some days it didn’t.

But every canvas caught

a tiny flicker of something—

a memory, a prayer,

a joke the universe told me

when it thought I wasn’t listening.

Through it all, I’ve learned that glory rarely arrives dressed for the occasion. More often it looks like a mistake that turned out to be honest, or a color I didn’t mean to mix but needed more than I knew.

I’m doing this December auction because a year like this one ought to have some kind of exhale at the end of it—some gathering of everything I managed to salvage, everything that refused to quit on me.

Think of Tales of the Glories as a front-porch evening where I set out the stories I’ve been painting my way through—crooked, heartfelt, weather-worn things that somehow compelled me to carry my head a little higher.

And maybe—

if the wind’s right, and someone out there is looking for a reminder that the small stuff matters—one of these pieces might land with them like a song they forgot they loved, a tune they didn’t know had been humming in their chest all along.

That’s the brilliance I’m after.

Not fireworks—

just the steady shine

of something true.

Thank you for being in my corner.

MM

Tales of the Glories

December Auction for Matt Moberg’s Art