Mirrored W❄️rld

Another weekend coming and going, suddenly we're entering the fourth quarter of the year.

Great weekend, good food, absolutely slammed.

I've been pressing tubes into pans for friends.

High stress job situation and painting for workshops left me rather exhausted.

I love my friends and I love my life.

The art internet can often feel like a seedy underbelly of capitalism at work.

I signed up for the painting workshops and if anything I got to see how people did their crafts.

A local cafe slash community gallery held a draw-together event sponsored by lesser-known art supplies companies.

It upsets me that we have been through so much bullshit in recent years to the point that when someone sends me a news article nowadays, I can no longer distinguish satires from real reports without mucking around a bit.

In times of great distress, I don't feel like doing art at all.

Having just finished another page on my sketchbook with acrylic paint markers, I flipped back to the first page I did when the markers were new.

As with many things I enjoy, I ended up sharing the sketchwalk sessions with friends.

Every morning, I wake up to meet a version of myself I've never seen.