Know that I make in these moments and wash myself of mistakes by always moving forward.
Always making
So much making. All this snow and hot tea….and whiskey in coffee cups.
These brushes live in magical imaginary cannons waiting to attack canvases with the violence of creativity. The best art I have ever made I felt like I was in a fight afterward. My neck hurt and my shoulders hurt and my gums bleed. It took me weeks to feel like I hadn’t been in the hardest fight of my life. I’m addicted to that feeling now. I really find that drug these days. I have to go bigger and crazier to get that high. it is my addiction.
Snow days are kind of perfect to put my body in a grinder of creativity. I have hours to make lines perfect and curve my shoulders in flawless hooks with my ink covered hands holding worn out brushes. I dream of my art table in the middle of a huge room surrounded by nothing so I can twist and move cross a huge heavyweight paper endlessly.
This art show is coming soon in April and I have so much to make and so little time. It will be great and hopefully painful.
,Painter out
Jaws
Geez, it’s been, hot man. The temperature has finally broken again so I’m not feeling like I should crawl out of my skin and put it in the freezer anymore. Â My studio boils in the middle of the day and the light blindness is the worst. Alec and I finally got me these curtains that Goose the demon climbs randomly. So I had these beautiful plants next to all my figures (toys) on my window seal but I had to move them because Goose (the cat) flipped them to the ground. Alec had them reset and moved outside. Sometimes I sit around them and wait to feel inspired.
The feelings are from my point of view anyways, is that their calm is a channel. Like a river mouth to my mind’s eye. 