Drink me in and the paint will
take you
away
Let the art be as you feel in the times
of me
and ink
and a kingdom
of dirty fingers

snacks
of
pb and j
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just a curly haired
little man
living in the future body






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I wish I had an answer to the young artists on how to exist in the creative process. You vanish kiddos. The parts of you get left in the most beautiful paintings and the light of that shines past you. No one is better then the work they make and no one is worse. It all just life.



















everything has this weight to it. Nothing is free of its heavy. The light, the moon, you and me. Each motion is force and every pull is friction. There is this feeling that making is the the spark and the spark is endless. Once it gets in motion it never really stops. It creates context that links the world.




