A check in

Hola Galeras,

I try to be as honest as I can with you about my life. So this is me telling you about my health. I’m diabetic and currently doing testing for a strange pain in my stomach. I didn’t have a show this Monday because the CT test made me very I’ll this morning and once I got home I couldn’t force myself to eat anything. Hopefully the test will come out fine. I’m not excited about having to use a blood sugar checker on my fingers. My fingers are part of me making art deeply. My stress is high right now but it will get better as I adjust.

I just wanted you too know.

The Painter’s Breakfast will return.

Just give me a minute.

A nice day

Allowing myself to have a nice moment again with my family of a Sunday.

Thank you Spider-Man.

New episode of the Painter Files Podcast

Episode 82 is up, enjoy

I got the bag.

I shop a lot for food and never like using plastic bags so I use random reusable bags but I want ones that are cool so I made some for myself.

 

Weapons of mass creativity tote bag

Useful painter tote bag

 

A constant

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sumi adventures

I just figured out a new way to make my textures.  I love my journeys in inks.

Lives on pages

IMG_2139IMG_0455IMG_8146So much…so muchness 🙂 

If I was able to pause a moment it time to view again it would be the first time I wanted to do this art book. 10 does not chip away easily. There is nothing weigh less about making an art book. My hopes are that it finds you warmly and beautifully.

Everything in some way just as much as I made the book, the book kinda of made me.
On my best days of the book is how it feels. It should feel like a love song to the page. It should feel like a kiss in the winter.

hidden children

never forgotten

Little littles

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.

 

A fish a glass

I’m fine and making deeply again.

 

So much muchness is on the way.

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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?