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falling into that moment when the world goes to sleep and the cat and I visit the land of smirks. This cold air is a kiss from every soul that ever existed beyond the grasp of anything else that ever walked before 3:30 AM. It’s fun and yet it has this quality that reminds me of the first time I opened my eyes to the ocean underwater and saw the other side of the world.

Booklights and leather bound sketchbooks whisper the secrets of the last people awake at these hours. These earbuds talk to me about history and tones and notes by the greater artist than I.

I’m just wondering if the stars look up and see us?

 

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Something so magical about drinking wine and laughing over ideas of paint and beauty. I adore the lines of words that jump across the ceiling from mouths to the sparks in my iris.

I’m walking in the paint tonight. The pigments are hard in the air and a fan blows the wet over the dee edges of the threaded watercolor paper. So thick and wild like a woven coffee bag from Salvidor. Coffee beans are the only thing I can think of the reminds me such a perfect pongentness.

As my blood feels hot I open my bay window to let the cold 40-degree air in so my painter madness doesn’t get the best of my waiting in the drying game. Paint has its own timetable and we dry out waiting for it to make up its mind.IMG_3918

Painter Files Podcast ep 17

There is this place in my mind where all these art history facts live and as I get older the facts are more about my art history and that excites me. It’s simple and beautiful and fun and hungry in a few ways.

I do wish I had done more with my brushes in my twenties.

 

 

 

Painter Files Podcast ep 15

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Home again. Home again…..ting ting ting.

The adventures found me this week and I lived.

I went on a trip.

I never imagined my life would feel so good after going to my hometown for a few days.

I was not born in Charlotte, NC but I grew up there. It was hard at times but the best friends I have known in my life are all over the world so this is the third chapter revisited.IMG_9147.jpg

Got’ta see my old buddy Ryan Wilson. It’s been around 12 years since we last got’ta into conversations. It was like we left off and started back up again the minute we saw each other. It is going to be one of my favorite memories for a long time. The best Halloween I have had in forever. To add to all of it I was graced by Ryan’s art on my leg. If you are in Charlotte, NC or close to NC go see Ryan for amazing tattoos. Divine Arts Tattoo is a lovely shop, reminds me a saloon.19601545_1367363866704894_1250613794937763321_n

Painter Files Podcast ep. 15

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painter Files – Inktober part 2

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Pf Podcast ep 12

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Wisdom is always infront of you.

You grow older in the mist of a powerful painting. I remember being 10 when I picked up a brush for real for the first time. To make a thing and mean to see it alive was a hard and long journey. I felt like I was at the end of a hallway trying to get to the doorway where Piccaso was standing. JPEG image-8135D7E13650-1.jpeg

Painter Files Podcast Ep 11

This paper man! It gets me. I keep learning it better each day. It feels like learning to hold my liquor in college.