I’ve found a balance but it’s just as lonely, though more mentally stable. This is my seventh month of a break from the studio. Everywhere I look there’s a problem I should be paying more attention to, but I’ve only got so much. Every other night I’ve been going on walks around the neighborhood, getting to know my streets and its life signs. My closest friend moved a few months ago, and I think it’s been harder than I’ve wanted to admit. Tea with a bit of honey, steeping.
Hello new followers. I’m getting anxious making posts like this. Or maybe I’ve getting too old for it.
oil, ink, acrylic, and flashe marker on canvas, 90 x 80”
"Gately can’t even start to guess what it would be like to be a sober and drug-free biker. It’s like what would be the point. He imagines these people polishing the hell out of their leather and like playing a lot of really precise pool."
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via talesofpassingtime)
"It’s a raucous track that sounds like a sleep-deprived fast-food worker screaming while a Transformer tries to disentangle itself from the Large Hadron Collider."
One of my favorite things is writers trying to explain electronic music.
Vessel - Red Sex
(currently listening to this on repeat in studio)
(Source: 1975jugular / TriAngleRecords)
color combos are fun.
why am i even going to art school
i’ve just learned it all here
bleen pretty as fuck
Pellow and gred are the bane of my existence. I’m down with bleen though.