the studio just feels really beautiful to me right now. I almost don’t want to touch anything. The quiet before the storm. Chaos is a nosebleed that you feel coming and all you can do is ready yourself.
So I’ve had the photography bug in me since High school. My first job was I worked at a theme park in NC/SC. I developed a lot of films and took tourist photos.
The job was not amazing but I found it to be kind of brilliant but to structured. I’m a child of chaos as you well know.
I just walked around for a few weeks and took the shots that jumped out to me.
I wondered across this one on a coffee trip.
so fun and so stunning.
my messy bag.
I just love how they turned out.
Weird but beautiful .
odd angles and lighting.
The book is coming a long. It’s harder to finish then I imagined a second book would be and I have a few commissions to do this month.
The start of a painting is the hardest. The blank is all your fears and self doubt. I’ve been doing this a long time and I still get nervous. I try to get in front of the fear. Never let it get behind you.
I wish I had an answer to the young artists on how to exist in the creative process. You vanish kiddos. The parts of you get left in the most beautiful paintings and the light of that shines past you. No one is better then the work they make and no one is worse. It all just life.