Truth is better than coffee.
Wake up
Say something so true that it makes you blush.
Listen to something so real that makes you squirm.
Do something so you it makes you laugh at yourself.
You are now free to move beyond the cabin.
13 Jan
Carry on.
It’s not baggage if it doesn’t weigh you down.
Plywood for Good!
30 Jun
Modern day mother nature & Screaming Bunnies
Today’s big grin is sponsored by the completion of this painting for Collective Good’s latest awesomeness: A fundraiser for Japan. If you want to support a good cause and bid skateboard decks painted by artists and designers who are using Plywood for Good come to Project One on July 14th!
Letting go for life
20 May
The atermath of subtraction
Lately I’ve given myself the gift of letting go. I’ve let go of clutter, unwelcome habits, and even slightly welcome pastimes. Life isn’t short but it’s most enjoyable when lived like it is. Here’s my love letter to life in words made of pictures.
It all starts with a feeling
Superpowers
19 May
drawing arrows
If you could have one super power what would it be? I’ve always wanted to get my hands on cupids arrows.
This lead me to imagining what modern day cupid would look like. I believe that her exposure to everything those arrows cause would cause her to outgrow that cherubic phase real quick. And yes, I believe that cupid would be a “she.”
Here’s my cupid. She’s powerful, wary, and fearless.
in color
The last arrow
17 Feb
Inspired by the last arrow
I’m so tired of playing,
Playing with this bow and arrow,
Gonna give my heart away,
Leave it to the other girls to play,
For I’ve been a temptress too long.
– Lyrics from “Glory Box” by Portishead
There is freedom in the moment
I’m learning to commit to the moment. I’m learning to find infinity through trust and truth. It takes courage to draw lines in your life–to love fully without fear of making a mistake.
So I take a deep breath and dip my brush into the darkest pigment I can find. I exhale as I let the canvas and ink meet. My only role is to guide the lines and accept the outcome.
There are no bets to hedge. There is no ctrl+z to push. There is no going backwards. There is only the chance that something lovely will occur or disaster might strike, leaving a mess that cannot be undone.
This is life. This is art. This is love.
"Last arrow" Painted for "No Horseplay in the Train Station" at 5 Claude Lane
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