I think these are the last shop tool shots I want to do. I have this idea of a narrative I want to create with my rolls from now on. these are my bits from the new painting I’m working on.
I just love these color photos I did yesterday.
Film is so stunning and moving. I will never stop understanding the power of developing.
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
best part of making
toys of a child
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
The soul of me wants to rest in a pure ocean of fluid making.
The road is endless and yet there are no stones. No pebbles to be lost in shoes. The socks are patched and the boots are cobbled. Rest and be the rain.