FEELING ROBOTIC.Read More
dreaming about the layers of memories.
Missing the old print shop today-Coltrane in the back ground and turning out prints.
Working on language this morning, trying to push past everything I know, making marks, trying to find a rhythm in the work.
Painting with my kids are the best moments in my life. The fact they have learned how important it is to live a full creative life
Some days the paint moves slow
I never had the need to be a skyscraper.
Watching the clouds float behind a thin black wire, finding beauty in the slowness of change. I will float with them this morning.