Always making
a million dots. I want to get a tattoo gun so I can make one million dots on a face in every painting. I want universes around eyes. To work huge is the occupation of the galaxy of details. No one hand makes without deep lacunas of agony in your bones. The silly bits are that the pain is a trophy of all the beauty you give to the art. To be a doner of such bloom is an honor and a gift of pure love.
I love how she turned out. The next podcast will break it all down. Thank you for being kiddos / galaers.
His name was/is Glenn Arthur.
I always find my words in these podcasts. I’m so quiet in a lot of life. I love to paint in my head rather than slow down and be a part of everything. I must look crazy to most people but it makes me happy. I figure the idea is to find what makes you so happy.
I hope this finds you well and the photos are from this week in my studio. I loved this week’s end.
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.
Home again. Home again…..ting ting ting.
The adventures found me this week and I lived.
Have fun with my new episode. Leave a comment.
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.
These Papers are made in the deepest part of the world. I feel the freedom moving pasts my fears.
Always making
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