Once there was a boy and he loved paint. It was all his heart wanted and then he met people and he became a time painter.
Always making
It’s hard to not be effected by the news. I’m a 34 year old black man. I am deeply effected by the effects of my people dying everyday via police. You may have your feelings about it and you are welcome to have a calm chat with me in the comments if you want. I painted this for all the mother’s out there who are trying to be strong in the face of a very wild and unsure world.
Art is about giving so many fucks you have to make it into a new thing just to get it out of you and the world sees it raw like a nerve.
Painter out
I made so much this Summer and I hope you have enjoyed watching me deep in my muchness. Here is a collection of my art videos for the Season. Enjoy!
Making has this power that gives strength to the voiceless. I never knew how much I would have made in such a short amount of time. It feels like a nursery rhyme I was told as a kid that ended up being made into films. I see the words late at night and then they become more.
I love how the ink wash shines in this one. So much more to come.
I’m paint and heart and love.
It all happens in days but feels like moments. The sun sees me and leaves me in the half step of dreaming while awake.