For those in the know this is the playlist of all my videos for the week.
Hola Galeras,
I have been busy making this week. The 30 day painting is almost done. I don’t know that I will do more of these. I genuinely like to work faster than this. It felt like a longer of love. I truly enjoyed the experience.
I also did a side painting.
Feels so good. I’m not sure what to do with this one. It should be something at some point. Maybe a print?
I have been a ghost for a bit due to the national flu. Who would have guessed the connection of illness would be our link. As I go into the new year, I have plans of making.
These bits are the middle of the start. The plans of me from before. I do love the little bugs. They seem to be an echo in my day right now. I see them in card games and drawings and toys. A little golden toy playing in my mind like a video game. Endless and clean.
Breast curves of dreams left in ash trays. Pencil cuttings from left over inspiration of legacy. I am but the hope of old generations snacking on disagreements. The led is synthesized to be dark and smoky. Better taste for capitalism but less filling.
The toe box of the studio is no longer vast or tight fitting. The silent parts are ment to be sexy but can no longer hold its own weight. Be yet the teeth and not the tongue and taste of us and our endless hungers. Scars and rubber bands holding the peace together.
If I were to bet on me for four more decades I would give you my dreams as collateral.
The desk is covered in half thought up plans, cough drops, clickers, harmonica from being 13 in human boy form, rolling papers and toy soldiers in a band I’m yet to imagine on page. These are my true currency.
Dreaming of smells from smaller mammals.
And yet I roll, I roll and nothing but dust are my new tattoos of the ink tribe. A king of an empty kingdom of returns from sanctuary sanity.
To be and do and sleep others dreams layered in like sandwiches. Run little boy run and tell them “we had cake when we were young.”
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