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Painter files podcast ep 28

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always making

makers

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My cool girl gang got featured in The Washington Post. We have a rich style and love being Afro-Futurist. It’s really funny because we don’t make music but we come off as a band. A painter, a writer, a master of social media and a giant in knowledge beyond normal humans. They inspire me to look deeper. I am grateful for them. Casey, Lisa, and Alec are the best. All on journeys all creating change. https://www.washingtonpost.com/video/c/embed/e59b11de-133c-11e8-a68c-e9374188170e

Life should inspire you.

photo credit Casey Nicole D

lost souls of DC

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We are in search of our girls. They float in places watching over us to find them. A God’s finger searches the over world and under. No simple answers are the truths. The leftovers are the sisters, brothers, friends. mothers, fathers and families. The lost stars of DC, we are always in search of you. And to the stars still in the sky watching and wondering, we will protect you with all that we are.

Painter Files -Marley Mar

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Painter big birdwoman

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Always in the must of making.

Painter files Podcast ep 27

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this should be my book cover.

Everything is everything

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I make to feel connected to the memory of her spirit. I see her in a divided timeline. I love her stance.

Painter files-buds of creativity story

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A duffel bag of lives

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woke up drowning…

The salt in my lungs, I am left wanting. It is the paint peeling I need to fix on my washroom. It is the in the pink sound of an ice cub being razor shaved. Can’t get it out of all the parts and pieces of my mind.

When a true wave hits you in the face and flicks you at the beach you’re kind of done with anything ever stopping you from your life goals. You stand up, wipe your eyes and swim around the big wave to reach what you need or go over or under.

I see now I need to treat fear made by social media the same way. I need to get stronger about swimming past it. I’m not perceptive to the algorithms and to be honest I want the sales from it not to be famous for them for the speck starlight they give you. I get older and remember Myspace fondly but I recall it didn’t equal out to a hill of beans when it died.

Gotta be the change.