Every time I speak with my friends or family and I catch myself complaining…I catch myself complaining and I change the story.
So what I’m a bit behind on things.
So what I didn’t get to the party due to some last minute commissions.
So what I don’t have anything to wear bc everything has speckles of paint.
I paint for living.
I wake up, make myself a coffee, catch up on Netflix while working on files and disappear to my studio to make paint mess.
I am independent, I create things out of thin air (and heart and spirit) and share with the world the energies of my human self.
What a privilege.
A detail from new series (coming out on the 29th)
walking my soul path
New original art available here
Don’t miss the new collection:
F E B 29th — L E A P • D A Y