Years back I started taking photos again with my blue hulga and never got them developed. . Goose died and I took a long break from everything. So I wasn’t sure what was on these rolls of film but they are amazing. I feel joy and sadness but i think that was the point.
I feel like I grow old in my stillness, like it was a creeping death. A candle burning my fingers as I cook my foods over piano keys. I listen to the creek of wood and wind as the world sleeps and I answer each time with a brush of paint. Give joy into the light but dance in the darkness.
No other holds hands in a marry go roundabout.
make patches of me and attach them to the ceiling of dreamers and lovers.
Lego bits of blue, yellow and red. Build up the sky and read typos to midnight babies of invention. Feeling the wind glide over you and your resting eyes.

long is the light of the sleepers.






















Painter Files Podcast 2.0 “little crowd”
7 for the day
All the suns in the oceans
Can’t say I’m the shiniest penny but I make beautiful dreams. They are like songs for your eyes.
Painter Files podcast ep 2.0 “little crowd”




I fear a little bit developing film because it is the last bit of chaos I’m giving over control to a stranger with. I love the madness of just doing for my self in time.
LAst day of the show party
New podcast up
Everything comes down Sept 8th at the party
Painter Files – Crows in the world
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