Triple bonus: 1) Sunshine long enough for me to break out the studio, 2) I started a new work which 3) enabled me to melt down all of the greens I've been dying to dive into.
My front lawn of wildflowers has been absolutely loving all the rain these last couple of weeks. Yet it's also been keeping me inside, out of my outdoor studio. We were going to go camping this weekend but with more rain in the forecast I decided that I will stay home and paint in my swimming shorts.
34th Street in Miami, about 5 years ago. Wynwood. Artist neighborhood on Friday & Saturday nights. Poor & vibrant working class every day. The art in the photo are these:
Painting hot on paper, something new I recently learned from a demonstration given by: robertomunguia.net
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