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ink eyes and murders

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2018-09-20 20:41:53.864

Rum in my blood
rum in my stomach
rum in the nude
hot
awake
midnight

Social media is the devil. It creeps.


Old eyes watch and whisper questions.
I am a closed eye of inks. No need for histories as the future is of paint and canvas the grows bigger than the skies. The sun is not the friend of the moon and murders I hang out with love the Moon. They dance bare skinked in the face of bonfires. Sweet and hungry for lusts of creativity.

My coffee cups miss the taste of Rum.

inks in eyes and coco butter kisses

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Makers madness

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Building and making nonstop and taking vitamins. And a murder.

Painter Files Podcast Ep 47

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Painter

So this week on the podcast we talked about Alec’s podcast.

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All roads lead to Batman podcast

Team Mongoose says “hi”.

 

 

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Crowns inside down

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cover_2Painter Files Art Book

Know that we are loved. Know that the heart is a muscle and the muscle is you. Know that when I started being a painter at age three it was only to draw the characters on the 80’s cartoon Transformers. Know that I see the world 20 years too early in the back of my left eye. The right sees visions of the past and possible paths. Know that all that I see on the canvas I dreamed about for five years.

Bit by bit, piece by piece and all it grows together. ​All the stars looking back seeing your sleepy faces and the Moon.

dream well kiddos,

Jaws

 

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Learning and making

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Finding my self at a crossroads, where I need to sell more art and yet I feel madly self-conscious about asking for sales. I know It’s a part of being existing but still, I feel awkward.


The young crow sits and yells for meals. They have no shame of anger. They have nothing but drive. I need to become the crow again. Make and do nonstop for the November show.

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I also accept tips.

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Little littles

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Making has this quality to it that is truly unmatched. Something about creating with your hands that just grabs hold of time and melt the ends of existence. You meld with the creativity.

Love is the paint and your eyes only see the colors, future ,past and present.

Little littles

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I take these photos and just breath. They feel alive in the moments I scroll past them over and over again. Some are bad and some blurry but all are mine.

 

Óla!

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This was one of the better paintings I have done this year and I hope you enjoy it too.

A fish a glass

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I’m fine and making deeply again.

 

So much muchness is on the way.

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The hell with not being real. Art has this heart to it and if you can’t hear the heartbeat then I will see you on the other side. Paint requires me and inks but not those who can’t feel the strokes. Too long ago I stopped hearing the sound. I was deaf to my hands and canvas. It calls for all these colors and forms and now I hear the ringing and I’m going into the studio to bathe in it. Freedom is blinding and scary but if the shark gets me then I died doing what I love. To the anger … I can swim forever, can you?