I hope you had a nice weekend. It was a learning experience for me. I didn’t know how I was in pain witnessing ICE in DC. I have felt for sometime that we were under attack from the government. It honestly hurts worrying about my West Indian family and friends. I walked with Alec to my favorite Rotti shop and it was gone. They moved away in the middle of the night. My heart was broken. I had been to that shop most of my life with my dad. A great loss exists where that taste lives and all the carnival stories converged.
Wild week. Dad broke his hip yesterday. Madness. Don’t know what to do. Just sitting with him and doing some sketches. Trying to keep up with prints and artworks.
This week was not great but it ended amazingly. I’m struggling with these paints. They are fine but I’m not coming at them 100%.
I feel like I’m working on thing painting to just get the energy out.
I got another rejection letter from a gallery. Two times this year, at least this one didn’t leave an insulting comment. It’s fine, the next one will be the markets. I’m always a favorite at the markets.
I guess even your favorite artist gets humbled a few times a year.
On to the next one.
Just gotta sit by the fire for the rest of the night.