ANOTHER!

reds and pinks and darks and lights.
that's the color palette.
what's the subject matter?
duh.
it's a skull.
obvi.
i don't really know how to paint anything else.
check it out:

this one's maybe like a whole inch bigger than the last two.
and also, more serious.
and also, kind of cooler, despite the warmer tones.
ha. yeah.
i don't tattoo at all like i draw,
i don't paint like i do either of those,
and i use markers and pencils to make entirely separate subject matter.
sure,
it all looks like i did it which i s'pose is a good thing...
...since it is me doing all of it.
but none of it looks like a full sibling to the other.
more like cousins, where there's definitely a family resemblance.
just not the kind you get from matching DNA.
regardless of the lineage of my various mixed mediums,
the walls are for really-real gettin' pretty full at AMPERSAND TATTOO.
i'm gonna need to make bigger pictures to go higher up above what's there already.
OR,
y'all can come and buy some of this stuff, too.
that'll free up molto space for MORE art.
i mean,
i like how fully packed and ultimately ovehwelming it's getting.
too much is the right amount, right?
yeah.
and i have trouble letting go of anything.
that's a fact.
i'm attached to it all because i made it and i'm psyched about it-
but art is for appreciating, not just hoarding,
and it's doubtful that any-normal-body knows there's a pop-up pop art folk art gallery
in the tattshack nest to the pizza place.
i'd love it if more viewers stopped in, and looked.
or purchased.....y'feel me?
yup.
and i'd also be happy knowing another 'nother bobotron, barbarian battle-beast,
or killed up head was hanging in a good home.
***********
it's brutally cold.
like, don't go outside cold.
and, for a chunk of the night, there wasn't even power.
which, for some reason makes it seem soooooo much colder.
yuck.
especially when the wind is whipping around loud af,
and there's nothing to do but shiver and look around by candlelight.
the upside?
more candle tops to paint eventually.
it's a series, dudes.
y'paint up a batch of something until it's all used up.
what do y'know about being all used up?
i'm speaking only for myself here,
but i first learned of it by exhausting all my emotional reserves.
awwwwww.
yep.
they're all used up, and i'm just a bitterly cold wind-filled shell....
and i don't even use art as a therapeutic measure whatsoever.
so i'm just painting weird skulls and feeling lousy at the same time.
pretty cool, right?
it's What Is, man.
ugh.
windy, biting, brutal arctic bummers are what's surrounding the woodsly goodness.
and all the Positive Mental Attitude in the world can only maintain so much.
i'm keeping moving, just slower and lower.
there's no stopping time, which means it's all really happening
no matter how much a short breath-and-bearings-catching pause
might really be the best thing that could possibly occur.
so, breathless and directionless is today's theme.
i'll either pass out or get lost,
but, like, not literally, probably;
never quiet, never soft.....