My dream of a green house.

What would you do if you won the lottery?

If I won all that money? Alec and I dream out loud a lot. We want a beautiful artsy house like Frida Khalo had. She had this amazing Blue house with a courtyard. I would want ours to be dark lime green. It would have only a few rooms but they would be just big enough for the things we wanted in them. So at least two studios and offices and bedrooms and kitchen…and a large TV room with cat towers for the babies.

I guess the big dream is to not worry anymore once the bills would be all paid off. To be able to just relax and feel safe.

It’s simple but perfect for what we need.

Painter Files Pequeño Podcast

Eyes are stars ink Painter Files Podcast

My life as I get older has a lot of changes and I am trying to survive them whilst being a famous artist.
  1. Eyes are stars ink
  2. Dc is on fire ink
  3. Art school ink
  4. A return of sorts ink
  5. March of inks

Painter’s breakfast

A beautiful hungry show!

Painter Files Podcast

Eyes are stars ink Painter Files Podcast

My life as I get older has a lot of changes and I am trying to survive them whilst being a famous artist.
  1. Eyes are stars ink
  2. Dc is on fire ink
  3. Art school ink
  4. A return of sorts ink
  5. March of inks

Trying out a new idea in podcasting

My show, Sleeping world has no idea, is set to go live on Amp on 7/28 at 01:00 AM EDT. Follow me to listen! live.onamp.com/painterfiles

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Reacting into the void and expecting comfort.

I was a duckling same as you and the fluff fell out and I never felt what it meant to be cold again. Childhood left me and as I reached for the stars above me in the middle of the night on a sun deck at a lake house I felt the true disconnect of existence. The true cold was the loneliness. I forgot it and it forgot me, two strangers see each other naked across a skyline and not knowing what to do.

Reaching out into the void, mentally wet.