I wanted a career as an artist. Now get me I am an artist, and I have one, but I wanted to be an ARTISTE: Working on my own visions unencumbered by the daily grind of peoples lives working my works towards some fanciful idea of life and love and the act of BEING so
You ever heard that line from the famous poem? I think a lot of times, it is fucking dying. Then again I could just be bummed form other things, but still, it’s odd how human perception seems to seethe and writhe in the negative. But it’s an evolutionary necessity supposedly. Us, as a species, harp
Words don’t ring truer right now. Things are rough right now. Things are exciting right now. Yes, it’s both, like the weather. We’re supposed to be under a tropical storm warning right now, and it’s actually quite nice outside. It rained like hell Saturday but yesterday and today were a breezy just gracious time. In all
Hello from Hialeah Florida, where we safely reside in constant sun and fun…. until the bees. A bee took my seat the other day. we have a bench outside the studio to sit and talk shit, smoke a cigarette and all that. I’m not afraid of them or of even being stung. I was stung
Miami will land on the sun one day. The days are getting hotter but then the nights are gorgeous with a breeze that get the blood going. Miami weather. It’s getting to that point though that we start going into our own winter mode where you don’t want to go outside because of the heat.
Originally, I was really happy with this piece, but something was jarring the living hell out of me for it and I wondered what. Tonight getting home and looking at it again, it was clear: THE POSE SUCKS. He’s looking at straight on in the most static shitty pose ever. Ugh. I couldn’t stand it.
