I have been making for longer then some of the artist I have met in the last year. I have paintings older then a few of them and their talent blows me away. I’m not in anyway wanting to be the big fish in the small pond. I like finding equals. They push me to be better. Everyne needs the push…if you don’t have a hero…you are not looking hard enough. Drugs show you the inside but never really the outside.
I guess what I learned this year so fare is the art world is bullshit and the artists are the lessons. Galleries will not give you gifts of inspiration…..flyers for artists website on corkboard are the main vein……keep making kiddos.






I remember ones being afraid of having freckles and hair that wasn’t curly but wasn’t straight either. No one really preps you for being different. Everyone was different but a lot of people never see it that way. As a painter, I watch people and gleam from them their soul in a way. I see them but at the same time see more of them. The muchness as I call it. It’s like my version of The Getdown.

