Progress of my newest piece: Vitalitas, a gift for the beautiful Maquenda.
Unfortunately, I didn’t document painting in the cat. I just kind of went at it without expecting this piece to go anywhere. Usually suspending that expectation is what fuels your muse to throw caution to the wind and just run unencumbered. I wish I could tell my brain to butt out more often. Sometimes spontaneity reminds you why you love creating and sometimes you need to be reminded.
sometimes when I’m angry or stressed or sad I think about whales just swimming around in the ocean, doing whale shit. like, they’re the biggest goddamn mammals on the planet. they don’t have time for little problems. there’s too much chill-ass whale shit to do.
basically what I am saying is that whales are my happy place.