Always making

obrigado!

Black and white film

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Blah and wrrrr

Forest of muchness

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.

Always making

the maker

Sweet like honey in my ears. Slowly leaking into me. Much painting to be made.

 

This season is my favorite but it is also the bringer of depression. There is something about the cold and orange in the trees that brings so much colors out.

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Parts and parts

Giant moths in my brain

I wonder ponder the rest of the tings that I forgot when I was young. The taste of shyness, the hunger of the dark. Each photo is a late night kiss on the surface of the moon.