how ever you grow

Lately I've been urging to create something new, roaming the streets of downtown san antonio there are spaces between speces where all sorts of works for practice on paper to inspire myself and others. I thought I needed a break . I need money and someone rich to buy my paintings, another's story about a starving artist but eats when I want, bathed in sin. Humbling experience to say the least. What else is there to do besides create. Hold on to other unfinished paintings and half-done sketching. Taking a break or putting down the instrument for just a money of scenery? Take this all in as much as I can. I am just an artist , from a family who lived near this very river... I plan to know and achieve a lot more before leave this town. Somehow I believe God will provide.

Before i paint my whole heart in my room.

Art room. But I'm better at this than I thought. I just choose to love it.

I tickle you and kiss you everywhere too. I'm in love with you belly. My sweet gentlemen carry yourself high and strong . Kind yo others and much less yourself . I will be your soft landing you tired breathe and steel . I like your gurgle and bursts, I love you're twists and shapes of food. I'm here for you belly.