sonicjunky

and the sky opened up. Jeffery was there. pink and blue shimmered with dew. you were smilling. he was smilling. the sun came over and kissed our cheaks, the roses, tomatoes, coreopsis. "what a beautifull day", you said. i was thinking about tomorrow. rosemary mingled with sage. the mites were spinning their webs as Vincent transfigured the background. he was smilling. we all smilled and piss rained in the garden.
I'm so silly, and that was supposed to be an ugly little story about infidelity


I'm trying to paint with acrylics. Wow, it's so different than oils. I have to change everything I've learned, but I think my paintings will be so much richer if I stick with it. Mastery of the transparent layers and textures instead of wet on wet mixing is the goal. Of course this is part of an effort to save a few more brain cells, not that I ever use the ones that I have, but I'd like to remember how the rocking chair works when it's time.








that's a lot of fucking happiness.