I love transforming everyday disposable objects into small works of art. This piece plays with the idea of something fleeting- fire, paper and image all of it in your hand.
A pocket-sized art gallery featuring 2 of my original paintings printed on both sides of a classic matchbook. Personalized 20 strike matchbook in a slide-out box. Slim and colorful made to be kept with printing on the front and back. I am obsessed with these.
not falling, not flying—just walking. surrendering to the space between, where thoughts grow loud enough to burst. And maybe that’s the fear— not the drop, but the quiet, sudden pop of everything they’ve been holding onto finally letting go.
My Love for you doesn’t fit neatly into words, so it will be spilling into Everything I do. Here’s some birds about me & you…The calmness this painting brings me is unworldly. I worked on this piece for over a year and it turned out better than I could have imagined. I added a thick acrylic paint for the tree so it is 3D.
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I constantly feel like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again.
Like I woke up to early even though I had been asleep longer than I will ever be alive. and when I finally woke up I tripped and fell down the stairs and smilt my milk.
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i love you so deeply my papers too thin so ill get a canvas and stretch it until i find you again to love you better
When you're starving for something more than food nicotine tastes like a last death row meal. cheers to a painting of watching someone almost become everything they were supposed to.
Never forget some people are so poor, all they have is money. and always remember do not feed the fears because money is a good servant but a bad master.
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your downfall would be celebrated more than your success so make it a great one. If her hairdryer was a gun she'd be dead 1,000 times over and seriously does anyone have a cigarette and a goddamn lighter? shirtless and sad but she's still the baddest bitch you could ever have. Two fun facts about her she has 6 toes on her left foot and her favorite conspiracy theory is that everything will turn out ok. Nobody knows what to do with her and and I just think that's beautiful.
He said, "Where you at?" “I'm at the top where it's lonely. I'm in the game plus im coaching.” This piece is for me. I often dream to much and I don't write enough and I'm trying to find God everywhere. I don't have a 5 year plan but if i did it would just be to live so fully that my future self never has to wonder 'what if.'
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I woke up with a kinked neck and I instantly thought of her. My long neck bowlegged ass bitch and she is nothing but perfection. Hmm what's her story? Maybe mid 40s no kids and only smokes when she's sad. She smokes a pack of day. She has a kinked neck cause she was rushed to decide what life was and it all got to heavy but she never dropped the load.. Her result? An addiction to probably more than she knows but let us just say the obvious; botox, nicotine, shoes and how about Twinkies. Tweaking Twinkie whore. I am so in love with you. Her hair dye has been in way to long and she lost her top but who cares when you've already lost your mind. One of my favorite color schemes I have picked to date and I'm so honored to share this piece with yall.
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The time I put into this piece is wildly inappropriate for the sheer simplicity it holds... I must say I am so proud of the result. I feel I've perfectly captured those midnight munchie looks, or when you are angry and your clothes get caught on something or when I think of eating at the pool. Or that weird phase of feelings when you're not holding on to old feelings you just haven't found any new ones yet. I thought of this moment in a reaction to being overwhelmed and starved. To be able to just take my things and go is so powerful. So simple... i somehow can't master it so I paint it and paint it again in so many different ways in way to many homes.
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Immersed by media and drowned in the feelings of other people what is left but a silly, silly girl. A melting pot of agony and hope. I don't remember wanting to be anything when I grew up. I wanted only for moments to last a little longer than they seemed to, like tv. If my words where more than just that they'd crawl out of my mouth like people. In another dimension In another world this is me begging for your attention.
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This painting started off very different. For instance..her head was attached when I started. I tend to think those are the pieces I love most. The ones that take you different places in your brain while you're creating. The yellow 3D flowers surrounding her are my favorite part of this one (besides her thick ass) I always like to add warmth in paintings and the bright but calming flowers make me want to be where she is. Headless and dead but the view would've taken your breathe away if you had been alive to see it anyway. Cheers to her for holding herself up regardless of being alive or dead. She is a woman, duh. Livin in gold stained in glass lost her head but still has a fat ass.
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I find it is always easier to escape a life you don't want than to build a life you love. It is no coincidence this piece is set in an escape room. I feel most people will look at this and see 3 girls trapped being controlled by hands that are so not their own. Maybe for you that is what you see. I see that too but maybe they walked in sat down and tied themselves to strings that lead to anything they want. To be so confident that you give everything to something else knowing you are that something else just not yet...wow. I also don't see the strings in a negative way. Sure you can't escape them but without them there wouldn't be a room, a space, a life to escape from. That is the real tragedy...to have never been anything at all. Or maybe it isn't a tragedy. How do you know what you don't have if you don't have it? Would you even care? Why do you want something that you have never had in hopes of this feeling that you don't know will happen because it has yet to happen? Can any human in this form ever comprehend that anyway? When you are used to the kind of life- of never getting anything you want- you stop knowing what it is you want. That is why I do art. The feeling of knowing what i wanted to create stays long after the moment of creation is gone.
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This girl introduced me to a new swag. She is powerful & unseen. Nobody thinks those things can go together but nobody is me. I remember when I seen her for the first time. I was counting money late one night. The smell of money made me think of the smell of power & the taste of color. It all clicked when she came to me."Fuck the crystals grab your ski mask and a glock meet me out front." This is my only canvas that is resined and I did the purposely. This is the only piece that deserves to shine with a lil help.
