A painter turns a year older soon.

 

Always moving forward…always

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Forward in the light of all the inks raining in the sunlight. The best of me will float past my fears.

Always moving forward…always

 

Painter Files Podcast ep 29 Music moves me.

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Musicians

Prince, Outkast, Benjamin Booker, Nina Simone, Ben Harper, Frank Ocean and Lolawolf.

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EU​ tenho medo de esquecer os amanhãs

Meu braço esquerdo é imaginário.


 

Ocean of papers

The culture of paper is madness. I am a painter as you know. So much of who I am is a lover of paper. I remember in art school feelings almost a sexual attraction to huge canvases. Now I didn’t fuck canvases but I felt my blood excited and I would be on fire with creativity until 4 Am three days later. Those were the days of no sleep paintings. I love the madness.

Painter files podcast ep 28

always making

makers

My cool girl gang got featured in The Washington Post. We have a rich style and love being Afro-Futurist. It’s really funny because we don’t make music but we come off as a band. A painter, a writer, a master of social media and a giant in knowledge beyond normal humans. They inspire me to look deeper. I am grateful for them.  Casey, Lisa, and Alec are the best. All on journeys all creating change. 28161417_10160039294925646_1113743591917432087_o.jpghttps://www.washingtonpost.com/video/c/embed/e59b11de-133c-11e8-a68c-e9374188170e

Life should inspire you.

photo credit Casey Nicole D

Painter files Podcast ep 27

PPFthis should be my book cover.

working on my book

no lifeguard

 

got no time to be your lifeguard.
Drowning used to be my game in the dark nights. The Silver Fish danced to the blindspots only to kiss a finger as I slept on an old futton. The bed was too good for a soul with stains like mine. Sad daddies of children with no birthdays. I see the baby hairs in the corners of my eyes as I sit in empty rooms dreaming of clicks and emails. I can’t be a lifeguard, I’ve been swimming me entire life in lakes made of Milo. West India of the Western world calls out to me.

“B da truff,” is the voice of the wind. I found her name in the sleep at the edge of my inner eyes. She is hard but soft, kind but stern and alive and yet never born.

 

Madness in the paint drops.

Painter Files Podcast ep 25

 

 

The artists in random order.

Dali

Frida Kahlo

Toyin Odutola

Basquait

Music by Japanese Breakfast -Road Head

 

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