Rest your eyes and your mind. Be in the moments and forget your worries.
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.
Happy Solstice ya’ll! Jajaja
I just love saying it like that.
Our tree turned out amazing. Want to see?
My new painting is almost done. I want to give it a few more days .
As always if you love my art, Support it.
Stories of painter madness.
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.