Paint, medicate …sleep…E dificil pra caramba
Painter Files Podcast ep 19 (The day in the woods)
Tag: DC
Making underwater
My coffee cup feels empty. Like nothing, I take in fills and warms. This splif is a doorway to the empty. I am a foul on its songs. I dance slowly and then vibrates my eyes to sleep when it makes my mind dance to fast. The days are on rollerskates. The moon runs from me and the sun hides in the wind chill. The painter is a game of death. I make with the ashes of things that once had formed to make things that get to be formed. A recycler of existence. Ash to Ash and ink to paint.
Liquid fire in a coffee cup to burn questioning butterflies out of my belly. Standing as music booms into my ears into my bones and so the fear is danced out all over the canvas for another night. That cold creamy moon wars with me.
Painter Files Podcast ep 18
“The Universe giving birth” painting.
In this podcast: my fun painter madness comes to a lovely and polite podcast (I hope), our art adventures, strange but helpful books, trying to be a better person to my self, feeling proud and hopeful. Plus: all the stuff I’ve been doing lately…like painting and self-help work.Â
Things I’m dig
∆ Comics
∆ Yoga in the morning or tea
∆ Frannerd videos
∆ Started to listen to again Celia Cruz
∆ Thinking about all the great advice I have been given this week
On my reading/watch list:
Side Hustle (from idea to income in 27 days)
Little Boxes on Netflix
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
Have fun with my new episode. Leave a comment.
Painter Files Podcast ep 14
painter Files – Inktober part 2
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deep makings
Fuck,
I’m a strong believer in curse words. It just feels like freedom. I love the word fuck. It is such an amazing word and conveys so much. I kind of want one day when people ask what my style of painting is fucking painting. I’m a fucking painter. I feel it in bones of my fingers that scream me awake at 3 AM as I wonder the hall in our condo with the cat.
PF Podcast ep 13
It’s almost Inktober. I’m working on a few things to start posting every day.Â
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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. 
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