
Home again. Home again…..ting ting ting.
The adventures found me this week and I lived.
Always making
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The stars are all the salt and pepper that makes us lucid. This month is only a few days in and it is melting away into cooler fall. These lines and colors slowly tap onto my canvases.
I’m making new plans for the next big painting and how to frame them. It is going to be such a big and beautiful adventure. I can’t see the full future of it but I know it is going to be big and loud and amazing.
Side note every day is Inktober when you are always making.
There is the power in the universe that grabs you. It is not like arms but more like solar fingers. You are a part of it and it you. The paint feels like a slow whisper of all the places the fingers stop to play the piano. I think that it is all part of a long dance that started before you and anything related to you and will end long after you. This all feels like a journey on the map of a placemat in a pancake house.
Art found me and me it.
A groove hits the chills on my skin and the world fades out. Just me a canvas and a brush, yah know? I don’t know that anyone gets that feeling as much as I do. I Daydreamed that scene from the movie Strange Expectations, there is this part where the painter Finn gets these large ….giant canvases and paints all these images that have been living inside him and is suddenly mentally free to feel everything he has been too busy to free. I feel a lot of adulthood is so busy you just don’t go on all your adventures because of a leg set of ideas that you can’t make real. With this paper, I feel so free and I can’t wait to make these ideas so I can make completely new ideas where space will be. Art Adventures.