Much of me loves the night sky and the wonder of everything but the other half feels most alone as the world sleeps. It to me is the role a painter in the world. It’s magical ,and shit all at once. The fall is the hardest I feel. Something about it is just sad in the darkness. Nothing is awake and the last bits that are are packing up to leave for Winter. Gloomy but honest like a shotgun gun in the silence of the open ocean pointed at the moon.