I take these photos and just breath. They feel alive in the moments I scroll past them over and over again. Some are bad and some blurry but all are mine.
I’m fine and making deeply again.
So much muchness is on the way.
The hell with not being real. Art has this heart to it and if you can’t hear the heartbeat then I will see you on the other side. Paint requires me and inks but not those who can’t feel the strokes. Too long ago I stopped hearing the sound. I was deaf to my hands and canvas. It calls for all these colors and forms and now I hear the ringing and I’m going into the studio to bathe in it. Freedom is blinding and scary but if the shark gets me then I died doing what I love. To the anger … I can swim forever, can you?
artist talked about on the Podcast today,
I’ve been working on this one for a few weeks now.
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These faces remind me of a promo for monsters. I love the idea of a old style monster movie with two people as the main characters from now. It just feels more alive for them to be aware how silly it all is. To ask “why is the monster in black and white?” Maybe I should write something and illustrate it. Just a page or two?