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Welcome a new mini piece for Tokyo! 🍄 🌿Just when I vowed to only paint large I realized I could smuggle a bunch of teeny paintings on the plane ✈️. #tokyofever #tokyoartfair
This was taken in the cemetery where Hank and Ellie, my grandparents were buried side by side. If I pray, I pray to Eleanor🌹🌹🌹
#orwell #groupthink
🏵⭐️Grateful for @el_vastquest and his the amazing high def photographs of my drawings! This art life, welp, it Takes a village, annnnd Segway to this piece titled “Village, Less Corrupted” from 2017. Archival Ink on paper. Check out jesses page to see what awesome stuff he’s up to🏵⭐️💥
Picture is just to get your attention. I really just want to talk to you about some stuff that’s been on my mind : writers are notorious for being a tormented bunch...So I can’t say I wasn’t warned...but now I see first hand that commitment to writing a lengthy book leads to mental torment... now I’m just beginning to really write and this particular strange brand of torment that is writing; this process for me of compiling scraps and attempting to figure out how to patch them together...this is writing for me, and it is a different brand of torment than the doubt that occurs when painting. Or maybe I simply have short term memory loss from when I used to be more of a novice at painting and it was more daunting. But I suppose that commitment to anything, whether it be to a partner or to a career path or to a finishing or a book etc...does inevitably bring out the child who kicks and screams and wants to run...it’s part of the adversity that clarifies the personal significance of whatever you’re committed to. I’m not sure why I’m posting this, or if I’ll ever finish the memoir because it’s nearly killing me, but I do want to acknowledge to the public there is this totally newfound level of respect for writers. It’s now empathy whereas before it was sympathy....🙁
This is my Uncle and me in the foothills, East of San Diego in Julian, California. He’s 60 years old which is unheard of in the world of Down syndrome. (Living til 55 is typical) ... Ultimately with the facilitation of western medicine, kindness is a large contributor (we are supposing) to this awesome phenomenon. #yes #julianapplepie
That’s ok, no one died