I make because I love. lol Sounds like pooping.
Always making
It’s hard to not be effected by the news. I’m a 34 year old black man. I am deeply effected by the effects of my people dying everyday via police. You may have your feelings about it and you are welcome to have a calm chat with me in the comments if you want. I painted this for all the mother’s out there who are trying to be strong in the face of a very wild and unsure world.
Art is about giving so many fucks you have to make it into a new thing just to get it out of you and the world sees it raw like a nerve.
Painter out
So much of me is making at a  nonstop pace. I find peace in the making. It is the silence that grabs me and pulls me to the need for the ink. The ink is my favorite song. Alec is my favorite and only dance partner.
I remember before she met me I was this art refugee in training. I had like a brown belt in being a mess. I would paint until 4 in the morning only to get up at 8 for the day job hated. It was not a life. I don’t think I could keep moving at that pace. She says I was “gray”. I felt gray. The honesty was in the paint and I feel it still is. In the colors and the textures are the marks of life and love.
“intense” was what they called me……