Category: Painter files
deep makings
Fuck,
I’m a strong believer in curse words. It just feels like freedom. I love the word fuck. It is such an amazing word and conveys so much. I kind of want one day when people ask what my style of painting is fucking painting. I’m a fucking painter. I feel it in bones of my fingers that scream me awake at 3 AM as I wonder the hall in our condo with the cat.
Painter Files ….Inktober week one
The stars are all the salt and pepper that makes us lucid. This month is only a few days in and it is melting away into cooler fall. These lines and colors slowly tap onto my canvases.
I’m making new plans for the next big painting and how to frame them. It is going to be such a big and beautiful adventure. I can’t see the full future of it but I know it is going to be big and loud and amazing.
Side note every day is Inktober when you are always making.











It’s almost Inktober. I’m working on a few things to start posting every day. 








