The week is done and I’m tired. Sometimes that’s what it takes. To make the art you want, you have to give up a few extra years. Miss a few days fully awake. It feels amazing when you have accomplished a thing, a painting. At best, the plans are always to come up with a painting work on the lines. Figure out the shapes and the colors see if there’s a message in there you’d like to sneak in be a part of all the things that you’re working towards and on. I guess I never know what I’ll come next. It just kind of comes out form itself, and there you have it.
I dreamed about this contest last night. I imagined being Friday with her Blue studio house. It was her oasis to make so much art. I really want that. I need long walls and tarps to hang on the walls. I dream of these huge paintings for shows. So big you never forget them.
I feel strange begging for votes but if or when I win this it could change my life. I have so many art projects that I could do with this prize money.
So this week is nuts. Mochi is sick and I’m tired. We dropped her off at the vet because she has kidney problems. We should get her back home tonight or tomorrow.
Sorry this post is late. My site has been giving me troubles.
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..
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.
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