I feel this needed to be said. I’m putting the breakfast show on hold for a bit. My Mondays have been all over the place. Soon it will calm down and I’ll be back at it. I’m working on a new painting always.
Here is a few photos that I will always post on my Patreon.
It has been a busy week for me. My car is acting up again after the very successful show. It happens 🤷🏾♂️.
It’s not all bad. I love riding the train and this week I faced my fears and just rode it alone and met lots of nice people. The city is full of wonderful souls. My bag and my jackets get lots of comments. Feels nice to me seen. Alec has walked with me home almost everyday.
I have found I really enjoy walking and wish I had a pair of Jordans. They are kind of beautiful shoes. I like the green ones.
This week is tough. I’m working out the sick. Jenna told me today I sound like a “phone sex operator “. I assume we all have the same voice in our heads about that, maybe?
Either way the show is Sunday. I’m going to do great. Lots of new art the sell and a lot of old art to move. Wish me luck.
I am working on a bunch of new paintings for the art market I’m in next month. I wanted some medium size paintings to sell. So along with some older ones I have some new paintings too.
Making a few smaller ones too for the market. Always good to have different prices.
Abstracts are good for sanity. I might sell some too but I have never tried.
On a different point, we sold the condo. I have mixed emotions about it.
Sometimes you just gotta let it all out to move on.
Lots of making going on this week and a little stress. Hopefully the condo will be done Thursday. It will be nice to never have to go there again. It had nice part but the last few years there have been awful.
I look forward to focusing on my future self in this new chapter. Being the Siddartha of my future of sorts.
It has been a big week and a nice breakfast. I finished myself in these moments hoping to be clever. The food hit me sold in the stomach and reminded me of a Caribbean potato salad. My abuela and my Tia would make these long lasting meals at the end of the day. We used to eat twice a day.
I keep remembering this picture I took of my bag.
I miss this art book. I still have it but I miss it at the same time. It’s not meant to make sense.
This is a love letter to how I used to film and I still love it.
I honestly forgot most of this book 25 years ago. It was a big part of my life. Not a lot of stories about strong brown boys growing up. This was a rebel yell for me. Great book and also horny book.
My deep reads for a few years has molded me a bit. I hear the tails of my heroes and their struggles and can’t understand how they kept it together, other than they had too. I get older and outlived so many so fast. I think you are your age even after death. Many thoughts but less paint on walks.
I would call it a busy week. You can be the judge.
I made it through though.
How was your week? I ask because I want to start hearing back from y’all. I find you all fascinating. Your eyes inspire me to share so much of my life. Thank you.