Always making
Grande parte de mim está cansado. (Much of me is tired.)Living as a painter is insane but I yearn for it.As I become more and more into my work I take off my shoes. Creativity feels like making wine, you will be covered up to your knees and it may stain you. It is rich and earthy.
Just letting go to float in the ocean of my mind and let the colors color.
I just love making art. Its very simple. No magical answer. We are drawn to our passions. We are the pen point of focus and in that I feel at home. The world drafts away and I feel chingon.
I remember saying years back that silly strange sentence. I can say it in a few languages. It makes less sense in Portuguese.
I can’t tell you how it came out the first time. I was painting and it felt like a Dali quote. Maybe I will be the next Dali.
I couldn’t sleep last night. It took me what felt like a life time to rest for a minute. It comes in waves. Years back when these moments attacked me I would stand up and paint until i couldn’t do anything but pass out. I’m not sure I will ever be that man again. He was insane and I’m only whiling to find madness it spurts. Art is my meditation and my drug…..plus drugs.
So much of all these bits and pieces I paint I try to feel parts of me in. The lines are my mind’s footprints. 
I ran into some old Japanese toys I always wanted but could never have so I went out and grabbed 10lbs of clay. I’m excited and my mind is running with ways to make a statue/ figure that I can make like theirs but with my style. I figure I will if I love them ….sell them at shows.
I keep thinking something like this but for one of these
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Plus I really want to make a bunch of toys. I have always dreamed of being a vinyl toy maker.
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