Made my next big purchase and got everything I need for oil painting. I'd forgotten how much damn fun painting is, particularly painting at night while listening to The Root's "How I Got Over" album.
~ think i'm ready to talk through soul again, shit got a grit wrinkled for a damn bit then again, make me understand again, for the first time ever again always then again here i am ~
I found this in the dead of winter while I was juice fasting to quit smoking & walking in the cold haze to not think on top of the old dump right next to the place where the hills are sculpted by bikers along the creek that cuts through the park down to the river where we sun bathe and swim.
i have no art
like dada kissed an existentialist and fell in love with light in time as the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be