A variation of a photo I took last year around this time. The colors were beautiful then and so far I’ve not been able to get out and capture much fall scenery yet. Maybe soon.
Yesterday, Oct 25th was my 32nd birthday. I recorded this vid last year around my 31st and just held onto it. The song will be in a collection one day but in the meantime, I listen to it as a reminder ever so often that I have felt good about my life before and do have reasons to stay. Even when it all seems extremely insignificant, it’s still true right? Still true.
I get frustrated when trying to select a genre for my music, but for some reason dark “Folk “popped into mind after I finished this song. It spells out my hopelessness when I think on society and my place here thoroughly. Grateful to have music to put the emotion and rage to work somehow.
I tie-dyed the shirt I’m wearing in this video and wish I hadn’t had to cut the sleeves off after a mess up with the scissors… This song is not about abuse from a partner, but I wrote it with the abusive language I hear from leadership at my job all the time in mind. The studio version I put together has background vocals https://open.spotify.com/track/3Bq3ibqY7xjPnhPQ99AQRw?si=ee454d7085dc4dfa
I updated the portraits page here with the painted collection I did a few years ago. This one is an interpretation from a cool photo of Cammie Gilbert, lead singer for Oceans of Slumber. Her tattoo in that reference photo was a lot more detail than I could even see so I improvised a tattoo and moved on…lol
Rocks that I painted over the past 2 months. I finally had time to try another collage in photoshop. Some of these rocks were painted freehand and the rest I drew for better detail before painting.
Not a new piece, but one I still like. There is new art and photos I just haven’t had time to gather and edit yet and it’s all coming second to finishing the music I can’t leave undone. One more set to sort through. I think I’m quitting. I can’t live without singing, but I just may not share it anymore. It’s so much work on my own and who cares anyway. The songs are what they are and I’ve done enough proving to myself there is worth, even if I’m the only one to realize it.
An early song I remember writing after a day at work years ago that left me feeling pretty hopeless. Just wanted to sing it again.
This is painted on an opened brown paper bag. The edges were irregular, but I painted without clipping them and just cropped it here. This is thumb-tacked onto the wall next to my office corner. I’m working from home for the time being and love the wall of tissue paper flowers and now this new painting added. It’s a nice escape looking over at them throughout the hours of my day.