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When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

My first cold living with a roommate hit me like a bullet. Not a soul really cared if I was ok. I had to pick myself up and drive to the store and buy medicine. This is twenty years before the pandemic but it felt like I was done for. I must of had a 103 fever and crawled out of bed into clothes. By the time I got out of the car I was covered in swet. To this day I think about that feeling.

I knew I was in full adult and I kind of hated it but knew I couldn’t go back.

It all worked out but a big wake up call.

Starting a new painting

Feels good to just be back at it again. My pain has slowed me down. I know if you follow my work I make “always” but for me personally I could be doing bigger ideas. I’m rough on myself, I know. Working on it.

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I find these moments when I get a roll developed put my mind at rest. I can time travel back to see a few days back. Inspiration that has expired. An autopsy of my process.

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