As the weekends so come the round up. You get me. I do love this new painting. I wish I had this that high from 30 years ago. I’m an old painter and flow with it.
Tom and I had a show earlier this week. It was fun. I think I’ll go back to doing more.
When I think of the fall or autumn, depending on where you are in the world, I think of warm drinks and bread, campfires and kind of a coziness. I feel like that should be what this playlist feels like. 
The act of starting a painting. It’s the calms before the storm.
I do enjoy feeling more connected to my work. I feel like I leave part of my soul with it for it to bake. Madness, I know.
I have just been doing this forever and there are moments where I don’t care about anything I’m doing so I pause it all. The wall is real. I feel better with it like this. It means so much more when I start it this way.
Do you have any traditional things you do before beginning anything? Let me know in the comments.
I miss NC sometimes but still in my big age hate it too. Go figure.
Art has the freedom that sets you free in the quiet moments. All I want in the world is the paint to feel the canvas in that moment. All the colors are flavors.
The week is done and I’m tired. Sometimes that’s what it takes. To make the art you want, you have to give up a few extra years. Miss a few days fully awake. It feels amazing when you have accomplished a thing, a painting. At best, the plans are always to come up with a painting work on the lines. Figure out the shapes and the colors see if there’s a message in there you’d like to sneak in be a part of all the things that you’re working towards and on. I guess I never know what I’ll come next. It just kind of comes out form itself, and there you have it.