These places are the ebb and flow of creativity. The honesty of the machine going back to the ground.
Setting on the dead flowers of The Winter.
The journey is ever ending.
Rust is a fight to the death for them.
Be in the generations where my Avo walked. The sky and the Earth breathe each other in. The harps of the wind are little punches on the duck tape holding the bolts together.
We feel the sun and the laughter on the backs of our necks. Seeing who and where the rest of you are in the vanguard.
Find me by the water.
Life is…coming along. I have big plans and small plans for next year and at the end of the year. Which honestly I didn’t notice was almost over. Wild right? Somehow I have been making so much art this year and sold a bit too. Have you seen it? I think You might like what I have been working on.
I really loved making all these this year. That art book shaped how I create after it was done. I felt to complete in those pages.
I took a little fun adventure downtown with Alec and took a ton of phones.
I have so many on my film camera I need to develope at home. They are in Black and White. I love taking Black and White.
The fur babies are doing really well.
I hope you have a nice holiday.