My friends are easy and whimsical. Sometimes troubling but a light burden to carry and do not weigh themselves heavily on my mind. They give me strength as i build their strength.
My paintings are my lovers. Sometimes you must fuck them on the wall. Sometimes on the floor. You never know how they will be when they start but you always have certain ideas about them before. Certain ideals that never pan out. They will always fuck you over. And you hardly go a moment without their influence on you.
Most paintings come from sketches. But Not all of them.
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