Things I’ve learned about business through art

It’s the last weekend of May and I am just barely making my one-post-a-month blogging commitment but let me tell you: I’ve been having SO MUCH fun working with AdEspresso so far.  This is a journey I could have never, ever predicted I’d be taking right now at this point in my life. Nichole just said Continue reading Things I’ve learned about business through art

God is Mathematics

I was talking to venus as a boy as I have been a lot lately and I’m really fascinated by him. His curiosity and enthusiasm and faith in himself and everyone and the entire world. Dark eyes dark hurt guttural screams feral thoughts perpetual smiles and unparalleled joy. I’m sitting here wondering to myself, “are Continue reading God is Mathematics

so, goodnight pressure, I am here

I am certain the pressure of making a high quality first post for the new year made me put it off for way longer than I should have. Sorry about that! That, coupled with a phase of mounting depression (that has since eased it’s way out of my life- goodbye December!) equates to my not Continue reading so, goodnight pressure, I am here

time for me to grow my limbs / sketchbookblues

I’ve got some sketchbook drawings before I succumb to the weekend and make new art. If you’re following me on twitter then you will already know about my recent art baptism the other night.  Anything in the gallery that you may find pleasant and want to purchase is now unavailable and I am debating creating a new Continue reading time for me to grow my limbs / sketchbookblues

48″ x 38″ of pure heart broken stretched artist ready canvas

that I’ll be playing with for the rest of my life “This has been so many things, though.”, I explained to my friend as he came by and conveniently took away some paintings of mine that have been giving me a weird glare and need to leave where I sleep at night. I’ve surrendered.  I Continue reading 48″ x 38″ of pure heart broken stretched artist ready canvas

When the birds told me to smile.

Laptop on this dirty table, glowing back at me at 4:54am sitting on layers of pot and cigarette ash, acrylic paint, dirt, dead leaf, littered in soda cans and coffee cups and paper towels and art experiments and paintbrushes and buttons and razor blades and rolling papers.  I don’t know why the fuck I just Continue reading When the birds told me to smile.

I sometimes like to sit on the bathroom floor with my laptop.

I pretend its like my own miniature office, complete with a toilet and a  pile of clothes on the floor and various colors of lipstick in disarray with my two toothbrushes and vitamin supplements and incandescent lighting.  There is also a publix reusable grocery bag on the floor, but it lacks a bathroom specific purpose Continue reading I sometimes like to sit on the bathroom floor with my laptop.

Art means more to me than you do

but I still feel really bad about it. My roommates just left and I dont know where they are but I am here swallowing my decisions over and over again every time I take a sip of tea. I’m listening to La Maison de Mon Reve again because it’s still one of my favorite albums Continue reading Art means more to me than you do