Life is sad as we age and our bodies tear our minds from our hearts. Memories become broken and isolated, disjoined from who we are, what we were, and who we loved.
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Charcoal and pencil on canvas 48x60. This is love hate right here lol
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Lol so I found these wooden clogs when I moved into this house. I cleaned them up and did a little fall shoot haha. They would be badass painted but pretty sure I would eff them up. Maybe some windmills?
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Puncil.
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What started out as an attempt to paint with coffee evolved into more color.
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Finally happy with a pink moon, had to let go of everything lol. This is just acrylic on canvas. Still working on this a bit...
