6,73 x 8,66 Acrylic, ink and mixed media on paper
Brief bursts of inspired action, daily commitments to maintain the chain of habit. Is the work lying as hard as the rest of today's reality, narcissistically looking for a confirmation that I am doing well. Will it make sense later as it did at the moment, or am I allowed to shape shift my ideals in the now. I paint because: I don't like guns, I love chocolate, I want to understand my color, no control leads to revolution, communicating with aliens is though, I am a failed graffiti artist, once my teacher said, "Very good Marvin", when I become old and die I'll become rich.