Just trying to make it happen.
My work has a distressed, dirty, squalid appearance,
kind of like an old portrait you found in the basement.
It's about trying to find beauty in the mess.
Splitting time between Philadelphia, PA and Brooklyn, NY wishing I was surrounded by 50 dogs and 100 ducks, I try to draw or paint while not being distracted by the world (aka mozzarella sticks).
I am still working on:
- trying to use my “inside voice”
- sobbing more quietly
- figuring out how to smell like citrus 24/7