Building under pressure

Green beans in soup

Random painting name but I enjoyed it.

So many photos

Two rolls that made me happy and a painting.

The sinking lands

Últimamente, I love this one. It was an honest reflection of me at the time. The black hole was open and pulling in light and for now it’s closed.

Eyes are stars ink Painter Files Podcast

My life as I get older has a lot of changes and I am trying to survive them whilst being a famous artist.
  1. Eyes are stars ink
  2. Dc is on fire ink
  3. Art school ink
  4. A return of sorts ink
  5. March of inks

Untitled

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.