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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

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New episode of the Painter Files Podcast

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Episode 82 is up, enjoy

Round and round

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

Deep in the painter woods

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I am but a man with a brush.

I am but a man with a brush. I dream and sleep. I’m good at both if I may brag? A lot of that art comes from dreaming. The lucidity of waking up and running to a pen and paper is my shining achievement.

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The crown of feels

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Finding focus in the new year.

I had to stop watching the news for a few days to find my focus. The newspaper I feel has more heart to it. Being able to put it to words has a strength to it, a passion. I remember being a kiddo and finding these “choose your adventure books” in the 80’s. After I would finish them, I would feel superpowered with creativity. I would draw all the things I had imagined, most had nothing to do with what I was reading. It’s funny to read a dictionary and imagine a new comic book.  To see a new world inside and to be able to make it a real thing.

 

Deep Sleepers

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Once there was a boy and he loved paint. It was all his heart wanted and then he met people and he became a time painter.

 

So much making

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I’m at this point where the pain is huge but I want to paint more then I want to rest and rub painkiller cream on the fun bits.

This rocking chair is like a base drum. As the beat hits, I am dancing in my blinks Light bulbs are the rhythm as I move in this motion to the cahone.