Reacting into the void and expecting comfort.

I was a duckling same as you and the fluff fell out and I never felt what it meant to be cold again. Childhood left me and as I reached for the stars above me in the middle of the night on a sun deck at a lake house I felt the true disconnect of existence. The true cold was the loneliness. I forgot it and it forgot me, two strangers see each other naked across a skyline and not knowing what to do.

Reaching out into the void, mentally wet.

The ghost fish

One page and a full story.

Kid named Miguel was walking in the woods late at night. He ran into a ghost that wanted his face but he fought it off with a powerful relic, a moose antler covered in spirits. He wiped it around his head until a giant appeared and chased off the ghost. It mumbled a riddle as it left. “ human times living in quarters. Basic of earth moments and bone. Cored out of life and reflections.” As it flopped its way past Miguel it left a river in its wake and the stones became patterns like deep blankets. The fish , the hearts, the tears and ghost danced in the night light and Miguel sat back and reflected on his day by the river. He never forgot that day in Sligo Park.

The end

Tchau Galeras,


Sunday makings

Been working on finding inner peace these weeks. I keep saying “ do you need this anger. No, then let it go.” It has worked really well on keeping me focused.

Naturally Producer Mochi was a huge help.

I’m not expecting to never have frustrations in my 40’s, I just don’t want to be controlled by them any more. Green tea, coffee, flowers, ink and paint are my addictions of choice.

Have a nice Sunday. Also, how goes it on your end?

Life in color

I think I have this moment that I’ve been waiting for to really make an impact since the pandemic started. I’m starting to see it faintly. I was thinking it was with Tiktok but then I started scrolling and it’s nothing there.

No jabs at a place like that but they don’t want great art as much as they want silly videos. I’m silly just not in that way. Then there is Youtube and IG, they don’t really want a lot of great artist either. They have more of us there but they also just want to be entertained in a mindless way. I used to wish I could tap into that but I feel like I might loss myself in the chase. So I’m here, rambling but also finding a real truth in myself.

I feel like I have a real fan base and maybe I need to love them back fully. I have known so many of you for so long. I’ve even talked to you in your last few days alive. It’s heartbreaking but beautiful that you share so much with me. I want to give you the gifts of my work and connect better with you. So please feel free to contact me at painterfilespodcast@gmail.com.

Also feel free to join my mailing list for little art gifts.



Alligator’s universe

It’s simple how much I have no rules with painting. I am often confronted about this by fans. I can’t say if it’s mostly positive or negative interactions. I’ve been at this for over 35 years now so my painting narrative changes and moves around. The only rule that stands as of late is red, blue and yellow paint. They speak through me. Art is my heart and as my heart grows so do it.

Making worlds

Painting from dreams is always fun but at some point you have to let it get dark too. Time will tell…

Also I get asked this a lot so let me tell you from me to you. All paintings are always for sale from me. If I paint it I will mostly sell it. So if you see a painting you like , yes you can buy it if it is not sold already.

Thanks, tchau


Life in the lights

This month I’m going to focus on celebrating all the Black Sex Workers. They are the most focused on and least celebrated. They are often the fashion and trend makers but least created and often the most in dangered. This needs to change.

Art is often how we learn about life beyond our selves.

First coffee of the day.

Frida is always with me.

I think I’m a lot of ways working on me everyday. I started reading a chapter a day to focus myself. Then I do ten to twenty minutes of Spanish practice. One day I may marry the two. My plan to cut coffee out failed before it started. So is life , I guess.

Everyday an illustration; that is my plan. We shall see.