Deep makings

I feel like I’m on a journey. And a journey to find my true self none the less. I don’t know if I’m really looking for the sales anymore so much is the honesty and being creative. I just wanna make something so powerful that it touches people because I’m so passionate about it.

Life in color

I think I have this moment that I’ve been waiting for to really make an impact since the pandemic started. I’m starting to see it faintly. I was thinking it was with Tiktok but then I started scrolling and it’s nothing there.

No jabs at a place like that but they don’t want great art as much as they want silly videos. I’m silly just not in that way. Then there is Youtube and IG, they don’t really want a lot of great artist either. They have more of us there but they also just want to be entertained in a mindless way. I used to wish I could tap into that but I feel like I might loss myself in the chase. So I’m here, rambling but also finding a real truth in myself.

I feel like I have a real fan base and maybe I need to love them back fully. I have known so many of you for so long. I’ve even talked to you in your last few days alive. It’s heartbreaking but beautiful that you share so much with me. I want to give you the gifts of my work and connect better with you. So please feel free to contact me at painterfilespodcast@gmail.com.

Also feel free to join my mailing list for little art gifts.

Tchau,

Jaws

I try to walk around and take a few photos a week.

I have a few for a painting I’m working on now.

I wish I could say something amazing after all this but I’m tired and my body hurts because it’s Fall. Happy Fall.

Frozen donuts

I remember when I was little it would snow all morning and the sun would melt it by 3:30. Mostly just be a bunch of wet. We would gather round the window in grade 2 excited thinking we would go home because of snow. It was like a super hero. Never really happened that way until high school. We all hated it. They made us take the yellow buses home.

That place was something special. Little bit of rain and the world almost stopped. Inch of snow the everything completely stopped.

I can always tell my dog (Mon) is from NC, she bounces around at the first sign of snow. It’s amazing. Though her love for it dies as soon as she touches the cold, wet snow. It’s very funny. Just an old dog rediscovering snow every year and figuring out she hates it.

This is my first time shooting 200 film. Never tried it knowingly. It’s a bit tricky because you need more bright days for it to work well. Hard part is it’s Winter in Maryland. Bright is not often the vibe.

The studio demons are the early morning vibes I find myself in at 4:30 AM some mornings. No plant is left untouched, nor mask or painting. it would be sweet it they were not so destructive at this age.

It just feels like I’m a work in progress these days .

Always making