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

Always making

Self portraits are like street fights. They fuck you up some what.

The future is… black

James Baldwin

They crack you open.

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Make something cute? Why? What is cute? Honestly, what am I meant to think is universal cute? A puppy? No thanks.

It would be nice not to see the arrows coming over the trees but they still hit even if you can’t see them coming.

No puedo ser el modelo. I honestly just don’t want to. I have no use for staying in lanes. Some days I’m PG and others I paint X. It is the nature of the beast that I am. Wild and left in the cold to paint on the sidewalk.

Not sure anyone wants to be an idea. It is hard enough to be imaginary.
The best part of all of this is how much is undiscovered and reimagined.

No necesito que las piernas se metan en sueños.

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Painter thoughts

Óla my Galeras,

I’ve been thinking deeply since the virus hit. Making crazy art and trying to finish crazy art. The madness is strong. It’s the time available to spur my minds second thoughts. Madness.

The key parts I have understood in my process are to not take the inches as miles. The small moves are never noticed until you make 100 moves. So you have time to play around with colors and patterns and shapes. The love is in the details.

I keep playing with the idea of writing an art/ color/ texture philosophy book.

Color philosophy

And it would all come together from my mind into the book. Maybe it’ll be a lot of things together kind of like me. A mixture of cultures and ideas. A cake of makings.

What do you think?

Sleeping world dreams

Rest your eyes and your mind. Be in the moments and forget your worries.

A walk about

These places are the ebb and flow of creativity. The honesty of the machine going back to the ground.

Setting on the dead flowers of The Winter.

The journey is ever ending.

Rust is a fight to the death for them.

Be in the generations where my Avo walked. The sky and the Earth breathe each other in. The harps of the wind are little punches on the duck tape holding the bolts together.

We feel the sun and the laughter on the backs of our necks. Seeing who and where the rest of you are in the vanguard.

Find me by the water.