I thrifted this frame and canvas and it was from 1962. I don't typically do reworks as I feel very sentimental to whoever and whatever created the original design. With that being said as soon as I seen the "Blowing Bubbles" metal nametag I knew it was meant for me. I have done a few pieces similar to this style over the past year and to say I love it is such an inadequate use of the word 'love.' i make all my pieces for me as a gift to myself for simply being alive. I woke up today, I won. A lot of people don't. I don't take it lightly and neither does this painting. I usually don't like framed pieces. It represents just that: trapped, tapped, and nailed in by something you can't even see. It is just part of you, part of the masterpiece? I don't appreciate it. However, if this was not framed it would take away everything. Some are to powerful to be left free..... Today I watched in awe as a shooting star came. at first the wishes poured out for attention more fame. for money and objects for things that i should want i looked back at the time then the list shifted to the harder to flaunt. At first the list was material I could feel it in my hand all of the things people care about for which i never cared to understand. The art of knowing is different than the art of being known. I know what I would wish for and its not a list easily shown. I wished for bravery and only discomfort came. they said bravery only comes when you stop being the same...thats when reality stood up and danced with a star or two. they laughed at how wrong we were.
To hold onto nothing but yourself is the bravest thing anyone can do. 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.
We'll never have today again...A simple truth.... I feel there is something beautiful coming even if its only the sun... I think of fields of sunflowers and your laugh and how the sun can never be compared to your smile.... I remember when the world broke in, to rip apart my soul, for years after that one event, I thought myself not whole.... I wanna get high with u in my room and i want it to rain..... I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life... There are so many words I can form into little sentences describing what this painting makes me feel. And oh how she makes me feel so many things. Those are just a few that come to mind. I think a big part of life is forgiving yourself for all the things you are not and accepting who you are and the responsibility that you have to take yourself were you want to go. I usually have 3 things on my daily list. Smoke. Eat. Grow. The main reason is because I never planned on living this long... Where do i go from here?
How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself? Why have one face when you can be anyone you want whenever you want? I'm not the first person to think of this and you can ask the many millions of people that wear many different faces. This acrylic painting couldn't have turned out more perfect to me. I wanted to capture the bent neck to symbolize the heaviness of being alive. While it can be fun to create new personas and dress up your life or dress it down. Life gets heavy.
The literal meaning of life is whatever you're doing that prevents you from killing yourself. Just water yourself and watch it fucking bloom. til death, we do art.
The time I put into this piece is wildly inappropriate for the sheer simplicity it holds.. It took me awhile to see exactly how I wanted this one to come out. And 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..which is why I wanted to keep this one simple in terms of detail and color. Even though I feel I lack this ability ...so I paint it and paint it again in so many different ways in way to many homes.
Why does she look like she only eats slim jim’s & does push ups in the Wendy’s bathroom? This was the piece that founded my newer style. I think the colors and her teeth are my favorite part. Maybe her toes too. I wanted to keep this one colorful but simple in the way the colors enter the canvas. To say this piece sparked something in me is an understatement. I created her and I cant stop admiring and wanting to unfold more versions of her. The way her eyes stare at me I knew she was forever.
I have always found it's easier to escape a life you don't like than to build a life you love. 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. And oh boy someone told me one time that hope floats. 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. I really loved painting and creating this piece. It made me think about so many things. It made me realize I would rather freeze than be barely warm. If it doesn't set me on fire, then I don't want it. I cannot stand the taste of in-betweens. If my words were 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.
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.
I wonder how many people i have looked at all my life and never really seen. I wonder how many times i have done it to myself. This is a painting about when your heart is too big for your body, so you let it go. We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily we do not need to learn it.I decided on one solid background color for her for the reason that when you are so full of love all the colors feel the same. Imagine what it would be like to feel color on your skin. She loves herself and it is the most beautiful of things. I would bend over backwards to see my own ass and pick myself flowers to watch my face smile. I will be anything I need to be because I am everything I could ever want.
Painted In Black & White but my Women Made of Gold
This was such an inspirational piece to create in many different way. They are so rich. So divine in their own way. No one shape is better than the other. No women is more powerful than the other. No body is prettier or sexier than than the other.
This canvas came ready to take on the world. I had such a hard time conspiring this that it has taken me over 5 months to complete. The emotions I feel when looking at this make me want to die in the happiest of ways. This piece makes me feel like I am waiting for something that will never happen. 60 messages, 20 calls, 15 tags and countless notifications.. next day, great silence. The birthday was over. She was over and dead never got to see her over easy eggs. Note this is not a stretched canvas it is a flat canvas board and I added a 3D birthday banner on door that comes off the canvas.
I just remember coughing on a dab with my best friend and in a tiny hot flash I seen us naked in the desert. The next day I found a version of it in my mind that I wanted to draw. After I envisioned this and had it sketched all I thought was wow that dab was hot and so are we.
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.
I thrifted this frame and canvas and it was from 1962. I don't typically do reworks as I feel very sentimental to whoever and whatever created the original design. With that being said as soon as I seen the "Blowing Bubbles" metal nametag I knew it was meant for me. I have done a few pieces similar to this style over the past year and to say I love it is such an inadequate use of the word 'love.' i make all my pieces for me as a gift to myself for simply being alive. I woke up today, I won. A lot of people don't. I don't take it lightly and neither does this painting. I usually don't like framed pieces. It represents just that: trapped, tapped, and nailed in by something you can't even see. It is just part of you, part of the masterpiece? I don't appreciate it. However, if this was not framed it would take away everything. Some are to powerful to be left free......Today I watched in awe as a shooting star came. at first the wishes poured out for attention, more fame. for money and objects for things that i should want i looked back at the time then the list shifted to the harder to flaunt. At first the list was material I could feel it in my hand all of the things people care about for which i never cared to understand. The art of knowing is different than the art of being known. I know what I would wish for and its not a list easily shown. I wished for bravery and only discomfort came. they said bravery only comes when you stop being the same...thats when reality stood up and danced with a star or two. they laughed at how wrong we were.
