The change you want in your life you often have to make. Sometimes you have to protest and sometimes you have to burn shit down. Sometimes it’s the harsh reality that no one will make a space for you. You have to create one. People will fight against you making your own space so fight them the hardest.
My age is rounding out again. It happens to me as it happens to you I guess. I’ll be 38 on March 18th. So I ask of you until that date with a humble heart to buy prints and books from me so to send me out of my 37 years with a bang. Will you do me the honor of add my art to your places that you roam?
Know I am always thinking of you. the journey is always long but never pointless. The sleeping world has taught me so much in painting. You are the sum of your paints. The brushes you hang with you bang with and always share the soap.
Dream well Galeras. Send me your love and wondering mind questions.