Been a crazy long time since I had a good ramble.
Sitting in a bathtub full of hot water thinking about my career as a painter. I never thought I would be a success and so I had no plans on what to do once I got here. I kind of expected to just struggle into insanity like so many other painters of my generation. No one tells you how to keep your self entertained. I see the nudes and clothed works of my heroes and wonder how they kept it together and then I noticed a lot of them didn't. The fear creeps up on me. My mind just feels tired and hungry to create.
I want to live in a forest of paint in my mind. To run in that forest of canvas and brushes. To feel it on my cheeks and sides and wipe away my stress. The best cure I have ever found has to be to take a shower. A long shower as the water pounds into my back washing off everything. I imagine my giant back tattoo I will have one day. I think about all the culture that surrounds me and wonder if I am as much a part of it as it is of me. Am I a footprint and if so will the tide wipe me away.
There is that point as an Afro- Latino in Maryland where I wonder am I living in imitation crab meat? Feels like I'm missing living on an island again. Where the wind is loud and the rain doesn't slow down the people because it ends in five minutes.
I have to make some more prints and stickers today for my online store for spring.
Productivity is blah some times.
tchau,
Jaw
bookcouple:
I like this
jaws318:
@bookcouple I'm glad to hear it.