I think the odd beautiful part of learning a new thing at this age is you get the excitement of failing with little wins splashed around.
In a fog.
Who and what am I running toward with my art now? I don’t know if I’m going to be infamous museums but I have hope. I had this fear by talking about my nomination I was jinking myself. But I don’t know I believe in jinking.
Makes me what to fight the sky.
Gotta work harder and past even remembering any of it. Because the art is more improtant then the rest stops.
Can’t say I’m the shiniest penny but I make beautiful dreams. They are like songs for your eyes.
Painter Files podcast ep 2.0 “little crowd”I fear a little bit developing film because it is the last bit of chaos I’m giving over control to a stranger with. I love the madness of just doing for my self in time.