I’m spending more time painting and doing things in the tactile world than internetting. So, brace yourself for great things yet to come…big paintings, portraits, abstracts, and music!!! It’s all best in person though. Please consider interacting with it in person. :)
I sold one of my drawings today! It’s the first one to sell. Also, I realized that I should be photographing my artwork and sharing more of my photographs. Oops.
On January 16, I had my 28th birthday. It came in on a song. There’s something nice about a bunch of drunk strangers singing to you. Bumped into my most recent ex before sobriety returned and quickly wish I hadn’t. During the day I spent time with a couple buddies, went for dinner with friends and my brother, got lost in the pursuit of pinball (my new favorite game is Funhouse, previous favorite: Looney Toons), played until the arcade closed, and hit a snowstorm. I did ask for snow on my birthday. The rest of it isn’t worth repeating. 27 is over, I’m ready for 30.
How did I get here?
Did I fall?
Did I fly?
My troubled heart has questions that remain unanswered.
Whether I’m lost or found at this moment remains irrelevant.
Unsettled, senseless despair.
Wanting something deeper than I can grasp
I seek love eternal
Fulfillment of desires forgotten til this moment
The moment you state you no longer want me
When I realize my ruin is you.
Would I love you less?
Were you not handsome and kind could this be easier to bear?
When your poetry is only words and your embrace just a bitter shell.
by Katherine Gilbert (old poem)
I did this last night with a friend’s phone application. It was fun to use.
Now I want to do a big painting, something tremendous! Over the next couple weeks I’ll be compiling more of my artwork and photographs, creating more, and working on my portfolio. I’d like to set up some long term collaborations as well.
If anyone is interested in being photographed, drawn, or painted by me, get in touch.
I miss the warm days. The lazy days in the woods, climbing trees and sprawling on the forest floor. I miss what they represent. We watched those leaves grow and change color. We walked among them when are hearts were full. I fell before the leaves did and your heart slipped out of my hands and broke. I couldn’t repair it with bindings from my own. Now, neither is whole and the world is cold.