For those in the know this is the playlist of all my videos for the week.
Hola Galeras,
I have been busy making this week. The 30 day painting is almost done. I don’t know that I will do more of these. I genuinely like to work faster than this. It felt like a longer of love. I truly enjoyed the experience.
I also did a side painting.
Feels so good. I’m not sure what to do with this one. It should be something at some point. Maybe a print?
The week starts big. Huge even. The thing I imagine is that the week is going to go well. Mochi is feeling better. She is not in perfect health, but neither am I. We are the same that way.
The art is coming along. I like the way the details are coming. I’m used to banging these out fast, so this is hard for me.
The week is beginning and so I have things to do. It’s about to be Alec’s birthday , all is ready. I have so more art in the works. The day is going to be easy because I have seen it in the future.
Was to walk into moments and see the stars. In all the faint and subtle.
I feel better today than I did the days before. I feel beat up from being sick all the time. I see all my generation in the hospital these days and it’s scary. We got old and some how 43 is middle aged? Weird revelation but oh well. Lots to do before I go. Art legends to win over. I will be keeping the site because it’s mine and I have no telling me how to do for artist expression and that is the most important thing. To be free to make. More art to come soon.
Breast curves of dreams left in ash trays. Pencil cuttings from left over inspiration of legacy. I am but the hope of old generations snacking on disagreements. The led is synthesized to be dark and smoky. Better taste for capitalism but less filling.
The toe box of the studio is no longer vast or tight fitting. The silent parts are ment to be sexy but can no longer hold its own weight. Be yet the teeth and not the tongue and taste of us and our endless hungers. Scars and rubber bands holding the peace together.
If I were to bet on me for four more decades I would give you my dreams as collateral.
The desk is covered in half thought up plans, cough drops, clickers, harmonica from being 13 in human boy form, rolling papers and toy soldiers in a band I’m yet to imagine on page. These are my true currency.
Dreaming of smells from smaller mammals.
And yet I roll, I roll and nothing but dust are my new tattoos of the ink tribe. A king of an empty kingdom of returns from sanctuary sanity.
To be and do and sleep others dreams layered in like sandwiches. Run little boy run and tell them “we had cake when we were young.”
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