This will be my yearly address of intent for the ending. I’m often transfixed by the idea of many futures. Seeing all the paths can be my big roadblock. Too many seasons of ink come to pass. All the faces in ink shine in my mind. I can’t live in the white, the Murder begs to cover them.
So this is my manifesto,
I’m going to lean deeper into the ink and paint. I just don’t believe in the white anymore. I feel like it is an emptiness waiting for brushes, thoughts, and emotions to cover it. My big want is to make an army of paintings this year. To build upon the ink and make it my legacy.
How does that sound to you?