I'm not sure I know what my style is........ I'm doing so many medias that I don't know which one is more of me. It feels good and oddly awful to be confused in such a way. I don't know..........
I spent the night starring up at my ceiling fan with my cat Goose sleeping my stomach. It hit me that when I die that is the end of me. I will leave nothing but my work and I don't know that in this world of amazing artists I will be a blip. Oddly it didn't bother me and it should . I paint so much and reach out so often but I think I'm just really making now for me again. I feels out of wack but the unbalancedness feels inspiring.