Always making
I’m at this point where the pain is huge but I want to paint more then I want to rest and rub painkiller cream on the fun bits.
This rocking chair is like a base drum. As the beat hits, I am dancing in my blinks Light bulbs are the rhythm as I move in this motion to the cahone.
I feel like this is where my heart took me. That is felt the yellow ink in the paper and let it dance in the fibers. It was a freedom dance. I know the roads we walk as painters are long but in the soberness, they are also completely freeing. We are so much more than the brooding. It is a big part of it, don’t get me wrong but not the main part of it.
I realized that I shine because the people around me are so bright. I like to think we are each other’s lifelines. We have to be there for each other. Just know I have your back and hopefully you have mine.
I make because I love. lol Sounds like pooping.
So much of me is making at a  nonstop pace. I find peace in the making. It is the silence that grabs me and pulls me to the need for the ink. The ink is my favorite song. Alec is my favorite and only dance partner.
I remember before she met me I was this art refugee in training. I had like a brown belt in being a mess. I would paint until 4 in the morning only to get up at 8 for the day job hated. It was not a life. I don’t think I could keep moving at that pace. She says I was “gray”. I felt gray. The honesty was in the paint and I feel it still is. In the colors and the textures are the marks of life and love.
“intense” was what they called me……
I love this series right now. Just fun and crazy and fun.
Sometimes we travel around and the trees give us amazing ideas.
I never remember the best ones off hand so I care around a notebook these days to just brainstorm. It is now covered in stickers.
There are days I look up and think I’m living in the head of someone else. 
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