This painting is about displaced children in cages and how awful they must feel. I’m calling it “the misplaced displaced.” I don’t know what to do to help those kids other then scream and punch dumb asses and paint about it. Someone please help them. This has to stop.
We now have two kittens to add to our family of Alec, Mon the dog and me.
The two baby cats are not yet friends. Time will fix that.
My boy Miles. little MochiMon the weiner dog
Mon loves everyone. Mochi and Miles are at war.
noises and hissing
Mochi loves Mon.
In the myst of all these things i have been painting but not close to as much as I would love to. So I have to find my focus again and be the best I can.
Truth be told, I’m running on empty. I found so much in making sure everyone is ok that I stopped “mind painting.” I have spent so much of my time making a gallery of unmade paintings inside my head most of my life and now ..little bits jump out. Maybe my style wants to evolve again? I don’t know how it will or could but it is a beast that does whatever it wants. My big hope is to reach my madness again before I crack.