I forgot my keys to the studio and no one was around, so here I am. Do you think this has happened to the huge artists through out history? Can you imagine Da Vinci having a fit not being able to get into his own atelier? That be a hilarious in my opinion, but knowing him he’d do some renaissance Batman maneuver by entering through a trap door or use a go-go gadget belt.

I was going to write a long post before the year ended about 2020, but I think we all had enough of that noise. Honestly, I don’t want to get into it considering how rough it was for everyone. We’re all going to have to work on ourselves to process everything that happened and is still going on. A more personal reason I wasn’t writing or painting was because I had to take some time off.

Trump lost. Trump fucking lost. God, is that a relief for so many people. There’s still a lot of work to do and we can’t lose sight of that. At least we have that bit of good news in the god awful year that’s 2020. I’d kick myself in the ass and say that I’m really behind on writing posts on here, but not much is happening. We’re back in lockdown obviously. There’s not a lot I can rant on regarding my couch and tight living situation.

So here I am writing because I’m not in the mood to paint yellow pants right now. Honestly, that’s all thats going through my mind and I know I’ll get it done. Now the question is what I want to ramble about in my 200-300 word window. There’s the news, but I think I say it for the majority of us that it’s the wildest season of reality we’re watching.