Find me by the water
my toes cold from the edge of the wet
the pinky toes resting the eyes of the next painting on my mind
madness
best part of making
toys of a child
Rage
time
hurt
madness
the brush is too honest.
The action is the riot.
I don’t feel the “cash money word.”
I am never the DJ from Do the Right Thing.
I am the tool of the paint and ink
never the narrator as it happens
but the narrator as it ends
post motion
The soul of me wants to rest in a pure ocean of fluid making.
the beast is my nature and my nature is the chaos of being creative. No soul knows everything but good planning leave little for mistakes and forgiving yourself to make mistakes painting leads to our right brilliant brush strokes.
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.
