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Painter Files Podcast

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The change you want in your life you often have to make. Sometimes you have to protest and sometimes you have to burn shit down. Sometimes it’s the harsh reality that no one will make a space for you. You have to create one. People will fight against you making your own space so fight them the hardest.

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Never be sorry for making your space in the world.

You are worth it.

Black Lives Matter

Painter out

Hulga shots

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I think these are the last shop tool shots I want to do. I have this idea of a narrative I want to create with my rolls from now on. these are my bits from the new painting I’m working on.

I just love these color photos I did yesterday.

The life is on

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Waking with the sun

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My studio feels alive and so it wakes with the sunrise.

Little organisms dancing in the daylights.

Round and round

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Film is so stunning and moving. I will never stop understanding the power of developing.

Painter files podcast ep 75 Fat city was next door to a ghost town

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Painter Files Podcast ep 29 Music moves me.

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WHUR John Blake  http://whur.com/shows/caribbean-experience/

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Prince, Outkast, Benjamin Booker, Nina Simone, Ben Harper, Frank Ocean and Lolawolf.

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Painter files podcast ep 28

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always making

Painter files Podcast ep 27

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PPFthis should be my book cover.

Mars the phenomenal

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A million moments in one night.

Friends of friends of friends of lovers. The empty is the moment the bag hits the floor and the door closes to the night. Hard pressed to see more than the seconds of running, smiling and the little deaths. Teens on Halloween, the parties, the drugs, the troubles and the makeup on banisters. Midsize red and white finger paint on lips and clothings.

IMG_0741Her smirk is the open books that say everything and then nothing all at once. Her costume is the run on sentence of the mind’s eye.

Mars the phenomenal.

Little of me remembers that years smells but the touch of the cold on the tops of my arms is an unshakeable souls shiver. The parts that make all I run into mentally a cliff edge.

IMG_9979 2Long live the hearts.

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