So when I was a kid, I studied under a professor named Charles Rogers. He was a college art professor and I was like 13. My mom had dated him for a trip of the time and he and I he just gotta become like a family friend. So he still let me just kind of play in his studio and then he come in and like give me like pointers and tips and show me how to like. Let me sit with him at markets and do all types of stuff like that, so I was kind of exposed to the business before I was probably officially in the business. He had this like interesting thing about him where he was like. Do you feel like it’s done come back to it in about 20 minutes and then see what else you can do. He was unflappable about this and I remember being impressed but also like annoyed that I was never done with a painting. He was probably one of my first heroes. He had all these art books and science projects of potatoes and jars. To this day I still dream about his stucco house that he lived in next to the airport.. He was my first example of a living artist..
His house looks something like this. It was like a mixture of a illustration and a real house.
I think if I had ever had any questions about whether I wanted to be a real artist at that point always confirmed.
And since then, I’ve never looked back. I’ve known I wanted to be an artist since I was four and 40 years after that I’m still doing it.
His work could be described, kind of a mixture of futurism and cubism a little bit, but mostly just kind of futurism. He painted these like African sculptures and occasionally people, and he used to stretch his canvases and make his own frames. He is really kind of amazing..
The walk was nice. I went to the park and collected my thoughts from a recent meeting. Mostly, we talked about art school and if it was worth it. I didn’t feel like I needed it so much, but I did learn a lot from my new friends. So it’s a mixed bag of sorts.
Last week before the end of my 43s. I see a vast ocean of time and a man in a boat pushing back to water out. I’m honestly not sure how to feel about any of it. 43 was a lot, but not all bad. Good moments live in me too. I am free of so many things now. The weight of the condo is gone. Out one window into another.
Such a long two days. I don’t know why it felt so heavy. Maybe I flew high above the clouds into the sun? Either way, it’s over, and I can rest up a bit. I have so many plans this week.
I wish to cut a lot of sheets of paper for my backstock. I have a huge roll I cut them from. It feels better cutting my own sizes, but also it’s so very much cheaper. I’m trying to focus on making my life easier for myself this year. Not always waiting until the moment and just acting. The blackholes seem to be strinking in my path.
Each week, I just want to connect with all of you. An alligator sitting in a coin pond, smiling at the wishers making wishes.
The week is beginning and so I have things to do. It’s about to be Alec’s birthday , all is ready. I have so more art in the works. The day is going to be easy because I have seen it in the future.
Was to walk into moments and see the stars. In all the faint and subtle.
I have had a beautiful week. Not quite perfect but ok…cute even. How are you?
This week I worked on the big painting and mostly powered threw the week. My hope is as the last few weeks on my 43 I hope to make something amazing for myself.
I feel better today than I did the days before. I feel beat up from being sick all the time. I see all my generation in the hospital these days and it’s scary. We got old and some how 43 is middle aged? Weird revelation but oh well. Lots to do before I go. Art legends to win over. I will be keeping the site because it’s mine and I have no telling me how to do for artist expression and that is the most important thing. To be free to make. More art to come soon.