When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Being a Dj was such a dream. It was honestly like this thing that I thought was completely attainable. Because my father was a DJ. He came up here from Trinidad and Tobago with a dream and he fulfilled it. It gave me hope for things that other people thought was impossible. And for a little while, I actually did that I was a DJ. I did music on digital radio, as well as I DJ in some clubs. It was wild, but ultimately my mind could not keep up with the crazy hours but for a couple years, I lived that dream of the five-year-old me.
My setup was never this nice. But it was fun at times.
I’m going to see my Dad today but I wanted to give you the week end roundup.
A nice live show.
Working on the fine details shorts.
The hearts called out to me.
I’ve had a hard time in the last few years sharing my paintings online. I do it with my Patrons but I don’t feel like I owe it to the internet anymore. I love showing people in real life. Gotta do more shows.
I was planning on making something this week and this face stuck with me.
The thing is at first it was really flattering. This algorithm finds you so interesting that it would like to help you manage your career to be better and more profitable then you realize they’re just an answer to everyone.. The bitterness has sat in. 😂👎🏾
I just really love Miles Davis. Somewhere in my 20s I discovered jazz albums and they have stuck with me the rest of my life.. Miles is one of the first albums I ever heard.
I hope the week has been nice to you. It has been OK for me, but it is only gonna get better from this day forward.
Lastly, I just want everyone to know it’s OK to be sad right now or angry, but don’t stay with that feeling for too long. We are creative. We are amazing and we are intelligent, so we’re gonna figure out a way to do some thing interesting something smart And something incredible.
I believe in you because you believe in me and so we’re both real. 
First of all, Happy New Year! I watched the ball drop on tv with the family. Did not care for the music , so I popped on some. Calypso music. Found an old record of Black Stallion from Trinidad and Tobago 🇹🇹.
Ate some Tamoles, black eyed peas and greens with a little cornbread. I almost had champagne but my feet started to hurt so I calmed it down. (Blood sugar spike sign)
You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
Hola Galeras,
So this question is an easy one for me. My studio exists. But, if I could make it perfect? I would buy a huge shipping container and deck it out. Lights, grid walls and lots of running long tables with bar stools as stations.
A spot in a bit of land near our home. Heated with a toilet inside as well as a dump sink.
I can not express to you that I feel. Packing up the studio yard salon actually. It’s a movie don’t want. It’s a movie. We don’t have a choice about. And I don’t know that I’m ever going to have a studio that feels so at home even in a new home down the road. We’re being forced to sell our place because we can no longer afford the huge increase that they recently put on us of a extra thousand dollars a month. Nothing about this feels good. It feels hard and fearful and awful. I generally don’t have any hope.
I just feel very deflated and incomplete. I just stuffed my entire life‘s work and into a Bike box. At least it’s really heavy.