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What do you do in the cold seasons to stay positive?

 

Last two weeks I spent in search of perfect painter madness. This journey I love so much in The Fall. I try all my best to not lose my inspiration with the cold brown leaves. Mostly I feel, that I am doing well. I think taking weird filter camera pictures is a big help. The dinners outside of my studio with our friends help too.

painter Files – Inktober part 2

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Pf Podcast ep 12

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Wisdom is always infront of you.

You grow older in the mist of a powerful painting. I remember being 10 when I picked up a brush for real for the first time. To make a thing and mean to see it alive was a hard and long journey. I felt like I was at the end of a hallway trying to get to the doorway where Piccaso was standing. JPEG image-8135D7E13650-1.jpeg

Painter Files Podcast Ep 11

This paper man! It gets me. I keep learning it better each day. It feels like learning to hold my liquor in college.

Painter Files – King Finger

 

These Papers are made in the deepest part of the world. I feel the freedom moving pasts my fears.

Crow’s Pancake house

There is the power in the universe that grabs you. It is not like arms but more like solar fingers. You are a part of it and it you. The paint feels like a slow whisper of all the places the fingers stop to play the piano. I think that it is all part of a long dance that started before you and anything related to you and will end long after you. This all feels like a journey on the map of a placemat in a pancake house.

Art found me and me it.

In the mix

Deep in the depths of the art dungeon. The brushes are my vices. We sit and watch movies together at times.

My coffee cup doesn’t know why I’m awake this early.

The paint called out to me. My cat thinks I should always be awake to hang out with her. We are sleepless soulmates. I can’t tell sometimes if she thinks I am her sidekick against the night sky.

There are these moments when sitting on the floor looking out the glass door to our balcony I thinking she is waxing about the moon. She has this distant contemplative look about her. The good money says she is tracking a leaf blowing on the ground but one can dream, ya?

So busy making and doing. The show is almost here and I have sold a lot of paintings this week somehow. It is beautiful and bewildering.