We now have two kittens to add to our family of Alec, Mon the dog and me.
The two baby cats are not yet friends. Time will fix that.
Mon loves everyone. Mochi and Miles are at war.
Mochi loves Mon.
In the myst of all these things i have been painting but not close to as much as I would love to. So I have to find my focus again and be the best I can.
Truth be told, I’m running on empty. I found so much in making sure everyone is ok that I stopped “mind painting.” I have spent so much of my time making a gallery of unmade paintings inside my head most of my life and now ..little bits jump out. Maybe my style wants to evolve again? I don’t know how it will or could but it is a beast that does whatever it wants.
My big hope is to reach my madness again before I crack.
Next time Galeras,
I see the sky above me and the land below. The people are like the trees.
Arte is my word from now on.
I love how Black and White grabs so well. Out of these I only like how three turned out but I like the number six more.
The style feels like it’s coming through. Like I’m starting to have a vision of what I enjoy in my photography.
It’s weird to love black and white pictures and hate black and white paintings. It just feels half done with paint.
My plan one day unrelated, is to start an artistic movement in my time. Change a generation. We shall see…
I was walking my dog this morning at 6 AM. She is old so when she needs to go, we get up quick. As we are out walking in the grass I hear this music cut the silence and it’s this music from Ethiopia. Trying to describe it as a polka with an African twist doesn’t feel right but it sounds right, you know? The world is funny with how things sound like others and then in that, you wonder where it originates? Random thought while the world sleeps.
I’m studying the work of W Eugene Smith today. His work is so powerful. He was a wartime photographer in the mid 20th century. He hated the war and worked for Life magazine. Life magazine has inspired a huge part of my visual Rolodex.
It’s not so much the image but the feeling it gives me with the eyes. I love the power of eyes. Maybe that is why I paint them first. A bad set of eyes tank a painting for me. It’s not so much the image but the feeling it gives me with the eyes. I love the power of eyes. Maybe that is way I paint them first. A bad set of eyes tank a painting for me.
I’m in this spot where I’m setting up for the show with my tags but I don’t feel like I’m making anything artist. It is a pang of impossible guilt because I know if I start something now I will not finish my project with the tags.
The 6 of 30 book is coming out in the Summer.
Making it a point to learn something new, everyday. Even if it is about some thing I think I know about. Makes the world feel bigger to me. Nothing simple enough not to learn it.
The ins and outs of my camera seem to be complex this round. I took a call on it back when I was in high school. I’m relearning all those steps this Spring. My mind feels more alive this go round.
So much to do in a day. All at once and then not even a little bit done with the creative projects.
I got asked by one of my best friends “what made you change your style a few years back from Luchadoras to surreal forms?” The hoest answer how so many reasons. Some I’m still figuring out.
- No place public to hang them
- people love them but are nervous about having nude paintings.
- I got bored not painting faces detailed.
- a critic hurt my feelings.
- a lot of critics hurt my feelings.
- I didn’t expect it to last forever doing the same thing over and over again.
- I wanted to change.
It’s so strange to recognize in my sleepy mind why things happened. But I guess that is how looking backwards works? You see past the hurt and the bullshit at some point and that raft floating in the bathtub is truth.
I don’t know as my star rises that I will follow any rules of respectability. I feel like I will make a space to do what ever I want and the show what ever I come up with. I’ll put out books and paintings and paint walls of things I have never come across in my mind until then. I hope you will still be arond in that journey.
the sleeping world happens at all hours.
A link to pick up some of my prints, paintings, and other merchandise.
I find it easier to pull myself outside of my worries on Sundays by being outside at the local farmer’s market. The smells of fresh foods is a pick me up.