How goes it? I’m running around grabbing art back from shows. It’s always a weird feeling because every show I do people ask “where else can I find your work?” In a room or hall full of my art. I normally give my website. I don’t think that’s what people want so I tell them where to find my murals. Beautiful madness.
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.
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.
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.
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.