Mi Gente,
Sis, can we come look at newsletter? I’m gonna do every once in a while, I hope you enjoy.
I remember being like this you don’t kid, drawing their toys. It wasn’t the toys I had weren’t really great, I just always wanted the things that didn’t exist. It brought me into this crazy imaginary world that had no limitations other than what I could draw/think of. There’s a part of me that feels like I’m chasing that and refer to it as my madness. My madness and I were worse enemies and the best friends. It shook me, wake violently to go pain when for no other reason then I wanted to feel excited. I’ve been having a hard time recently kind of getting hold of my madness, since I’ve been doing these abstract paintings and just letting all the fury out on them. I think you just don’t realize how much you have in you until you let it all bleed into a painting. Why you’re sitting in your bathtub petting your cats hat, the bathtub is empty. I just don’t know what stage of my legacy. I’m at right now. Wondering about is possibly the worst feeling. In search of peace.
