I’ve finally been hit with that seasonal fatigue due to the change of season causing the Sun to get off work early. As much as I don’t understand why it has to be night time at 4 pm, I still won’t jump on the flat earth train. Don’t bother arguing with them either. Trust me. I know I’m not the only one dealing with these winter feelings and I’ve come to the conclusion we would have to all become vampires. Being a blood sucker of the night would suck so much for me considering I paint myself over and over again.

All that seems to be bouncing around in my head this week are portraits. Not portraits of me, but of others. With Sam and Max on the go, I’ve come up with the idea to paint two other people. One of which I’ve only met for literally 7 minutes and 45 seconds. The other subject is still only an image on my phone, but who will soon be visiting my gallery. By far, I think this is the creepiest thing I’ve said as an artist.

It’s Paris Fashion Week and that means there are too many pastel coloured hair people running around looking like they stole their outfits from early Missy Elliot videos. It’s that or very cozy/comfy looking sorcerers in white sneakers. I don’t have a problem with how people dress, but after a while it’s gets tiring seeing them all here. Maybe that’s the reason this week I’ve been more focused on realist portraits.

I feel this is one of the only places I can write without being asked a specific question. Maybe this is the point where I start having major first world problems and complain about being interviewed. To be honest, it’s great having people notice me and ask me things. I just forget they aren’t actually in my head 90% of the time which results in me having to answer them.

I’m back from vacation and surprisingly excited for Monday which I know is something no one has ever heard of in the capitalist dystopia we live in. Spent sometime in the north of France in good company and in the ocean. I can’t remember the last time I went for a swim in nature. This isn’t going to be the “white guy explains the joys of nature like you never heard of it” segment of the blog.

I’m writing this a long side other artist statements because why not make it a creative description online fiesta. A lot of time has passed after I worked with Carrie Beth Waghorn on our collaboration. Ideas and thoughts got to marinate for a bit and now feels like a good time to really talk about what it is we did.

Apart from the World Cup madness, it’s been such a lovely week. To the point I feel like my spirit is smiling. For god sake I have a kick in my step and that’s messing me up in the best of ways. There hasn’t been much painting happening in the atelier because I’ve been collaborating with Carrie Beth Waghorn. Apart from being an amazing artist and human being, I have the honour to call her my friend.

Art is the result of a chaotic moment between objects and humans to put it lightly. A paint brush coming into contact with a canvas is absolute chaos when you think about it. Right now I’ve been thinking a lot about my Brut series above everything else. The collages and portraits are moving fine and I’m pleased, but I still feel I’m in this weird plateaux period with my abstracts.

So I’m 28 years old now. I made it out of 27 alive and with a smile on my face. I try to usually make these posts to be about my art practice, but over time they are becoming more personal journal entries. Like a self portrait, it all depends on my mood.

Normally I would go on to apologize that I haven’t written, but I’ve done that too many times because life just tends to happen too many times. My world is in a large transition at the moment and it’s tough trying to hang on to everything. In the past, I wouldn’t be taking a break from work to deal with things but this storm has been heavy.

Sorry for this post coming out a bit later than usual. I’m trying to keep up having at least 2 posts a month for myself and for google to understand my website is constantly being updated which means my search results are better. So here I am and I’m feeling bored these days. To cure my boredom, I’m juggling multiple projects at a time but it’s not helping as much as I thought it would.

There’s a lot on my mind these days that are taking me away from painting. The reason why I want to talk about it is to show that it’s not a weird thing. It happens to all of us. It’s not a lie when we say being an artist means forever healing while exposing your wounds endlessly.

I hope you are all going to take advantage of the discounted Easter Candy or so help me god. The more I get older, the more in touch and up to date I become concerning discounted sweets. For my younger readers, I can’t tell you specific time it happens, but I can tell you I’ve accepted this as part of my personality.

As of late, I’ve been watching lots of documentaries on contemporary artists and I’ve been thinking about what it means to have assistants in the studio. When there’s an incredible demand, I understand how it helps to have art minions running around doing things for you. My question is wouldn’t you be jealous?

I’m looking back at my work I did just over a year ago and my god have I made some cheesy paintings. Who let me think I was good at the time? No honestly. One of you out there was hyping me up too much and there’s going to be hell to pay.

I think it’s quite fitting to write this blog post after Valentine’s Day. Now’s the time to profit on all that discounted chocolate and move on. The theme of today’s entry is rejection and being told “No”. No does mean no and don’t do anything without a person’s consent. That rule never changes. The kind of reject I’m on about is being told no in the art world.

I’ve been in a very business state of mind this week. Part of the gig of being a self represented artist is doing everything else that isn’t painting. There are no complaints from my end, but it’s not always easy. Clearly I am very fortunate in having my own gallery space and rag tag team to help me. They aren’t rag tag, I just like saying that like my life is a movie and you’re watching a trailer.

This first part is me sounding like a proud art teacher/mom but I’m so happy seeing people use that google app to find their portraits in museums. The kids are getting involved in art and I’m loving it. Even though they will enslave us in the near future, I’m going to say Google is doing a great job.

Happy New Year because there’s a giant chance I haven’t seen you. Everything is back to normal including my pants size after holidays. I’ve started a brand new portrait of a friend because I was feeling a bit slow concerning the portrait of Charlie. It’s all about starting fresh in the new year and I don’t know why, but that sentence made me really hungry for pasta.

This is probably going to be the last post I make for 2017 because I’m going to be festive as fuck with people I care about instead of rambling on here. What I do want to express is my gratitude for everything and everyone that happened this year. I know it’s been a mess all over the place, but some beautiful things have happened.