always making

A million moments in one night.

Friends of friends of friends of lovers. The empty is the moment the bag hits the floor and the door closes to the night. Hard pressed to see more than the seconds of running, smiling and the little deaths. Teens on Halloween, the parties, the drugs, the troubles and the makeup on banisters. Midsize red and white finger paint on lips and clothings.

Her smirk is the open books that say everything and then nothing all at once. Her costume is the run on sentence of the mind’s eye.

Mars the phenomenal.

Little of me remembers that years smells but the touch of the cold on the tops of my arms is an unshakeable souls shiver. The parts that make all I run into mentally a cliff edge.

Long live the hearts.

 

 

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Giant moths in my brain

I wonder ponder the rest of the tings that I forgot when I was young. The taste of shyness, the hunger of the dark. Each photo is a late night kiss on the surface of the moon.

ink eyes and murders

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Rum in my blood
rum in my stomach
rum in the nude
hot
awake
midnight

Social media is the devil. It creeps.


Old eyes watch and whisper questions.
I am a closed eye of inks. No need for histories as the future is of paint and canvas the grows bigger than the skies. The sun is not the friend of the moon and murders I hang out with love the Moon. They dance bare skinked in the face of bonfires. Sweet and hungry for lusts of creativity.

My coffee cups miss the taste of Rum.

inks in eyes and coco butter kisses

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Makers madness

Building and making nonstop and taking vitamins. And a murder.

Painter Files Podcast Ep 47

Painter

So this week on the podcast we talked about Alec’s podcast.

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All roads lead to Batman podcast

Team Mongoose says “hi”.

 

 

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Crowns inside down

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Know that we are loved. Know that the heart is a muscle and the muscle is you. Know that when I started being a painter at age three it was only to draw the characters on the 80’s cartoon Transformers. Know that I see the world 20 years too early in the back of my left eye. The right sees visions of the past and possible paths. Know that all that I see on the canvas I dreamed about for five years.

Bit by bit, piece by piece and all it grows together. ​All the stars looking back seeing your sleepy faces and the Moon.

dream well kiddos,

Jaws

 

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Learning and making

Finding my self at a crossroads, where I need to sell more art and yet I feel madly self-conscious about asking for sales. I know It’s a part of being existing but still, I feel awkward.


The young crow sits and yells for meals. They have no shame of anger. They have nothing but drive. I need to become the crow again. Make and do nonstop for the November show.

So if you love my work, pick up a shirt, print, bag, or even become a collector of original art.

I also accept tips.

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Little littles

Making has this quality to it that is truly unmatched. Something about creating with your hands that just grabs hold of time and melt the ends of existence. You meld with the creativity.

Love is the paint and your eyes only see the colors, future ,past and present.

Little littles

I take these photos and just breath. They feel alive in the moments I scroll past them over and over again. Some are bad and some blurry but all are mine.

 

Óla!

This was one of the better paintings I have done this year and I hope you enjoy it too.