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I was walking my dog this morning at 6 AM. She is old so when she needs to go, we get up quick. As we are out walking in the grass I hear this music cut the silence and it’s this music from Ethiopia. Trying to describe it as a polka with an African twist doesn’t feel right but it sounds right, you know? The world is funny with how things sound like others and then in that, you wonder where it originates? Random thought while the world sleeps.
I’m studying the work of W Eugene Smith today. His work is so powerful. He was a wartime photographer in the mid 20th century. He hated the war and worked for Life magazine. Life magazine has inspired a huge part of my visual Rolodex.

It’s not so much the image but the feeling it gives me with the eyes. I love the power of eyes. Maybe that is why I paint them first. A bad set of eyes tank a painting for me. It’s not so much the image but the feeling it gives me with the eyes. I love the power of eyes. Maybe that is way I paint them first. A bad set of eyes tank a painting for me.

I’m in this spot where I’m setting up for the show with my tags but I don’t feel like I’m making anything artist. It is a pang of impossible guilt because I know if I start something now I will not finish my project with the tags.
Side notes,
The 6 of 30 book is coming out in the Summer.




tchau,
Jaws
Making it a point to learn something new, everyday. Even if it is about some thing I think I know about. Makes the world feel bigger to me. Nothing simple enough not to learn it.
The ins and outs of my camera seem to be complex this round. I took a call on it back when I was in high school. I’m relearning all those steps this Spring. My mind feels more alive this go round.
So much to do in a day. All at once and then not even a little bit done with the creative projects.







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There is a foolishness in fearing creativity. And yet it lives in the hearts and ends of critics. My mom used to joke about me blue period and then my nudes. I remember thinking “she noticed me.” So how that slolwy his clouded as I read reviews of other artists. As I reach new peaks I fear the sunlight but I will climb either way.




I just added a bunch of my new paintings to my online store. Long live the climbers.
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