A March Night

So I did it. I added prices to all my artwork. It’s on instagram if you’re interested. I went back and forth about the prices and I think I ended up on something I think is fair. And anyway, if anyone who sees this during 2026 is interested in something but the cost is a little out of your capacity but you’d really like something, just shoot me a message. This year’s work, although I think priced fairly for what it is, is also an opening. It’s an opening to a life I’ve always dreamed of. One that’s tugged at me forever. For whatever reason, I couldn’t bring myself to just do the damn thing. I was never content with everything living in my head, but it somehow placated me—it was at least easier for my ego to swallow. A few years ago I made the resolution to not just think about creative projects, but actually do them. That’s when I started exploring watercoloring. I had done plenty of watercolors in my head for like five years, but never touched brush to paper until almost couple years ago. Now I can’t get enough of painting. It consumes my days. And music, oh boy that is the thing that nourishes me. It’s almost like a reset. For example, this jam here, I went into it with an idea: I want to make something cool. And my god was it hard at first. I just couldn’t find the opening. I could feel myself trying to make something and that’s when I always lose it. My best stuff is always an accident, followed by an exploration. Doesn’t matter if it’s writing, music, or painting. So anyway, I’m selling my work because I want this to be my life and unfortunately, I have to make money doing something, it might as well be through being creative as that’s what I am best at. I am working out how to make prints but petite a petite as they say in French. It will come. That’s all for today even though there are some more thoughts percolating.