Men are dads. Don’t mess with a protective dad. Men fight back, men protect.
Let me know if you like this image. This idea was kind of difficult to create for weird reasons I don’t quite get. I think it’s because I didn’t feel right today. But, I kept going and It turned out to be a good one. I asked for a blue frame around the subject. Instead I got a “blue blend” which I think works much better. By the time the generator creates my request, my brain is left behind. That’s ok. Move on. Always move on. I love the soft but masculine style of the imagry and the color palette. For some odd reason, I couldn’t upload my watermark correctly. Some days are hard and that’s all there is to it.
I want to show how young people have opinions on world situations, and it should not be left only to old powerful men. World leaders and all people need to pay attention to what is happening: both polityically as well as to our precious planet. I am working on two more posters and will post them here as I draw them. These posters are extensions of my technique of using Yupo copic markers and AI together. I would love to hear if you like this idea or not.
Too much information is not good for the creative mind. It blocks, it mocks, it kills free thought. Here is a new work in the making… Lost love teenager in Paris.
It seems like today the world is scrambling frantically to survive. Countries, monies, systems in general are upsidedown. That goes for people too. Just look around anywhere and there are more lies that exist today about what is going on than probably any other times in history. As one small person, what can you do? I think your choices are small but that doesn’t mean you should forget about who you are in the big picture. I was born an artist, from a creative and survivalist family of movers and shakers. Well, kind of. They survived a hell of a lot and tomorrow will be l23 years ago my mom was born. One good thing I realize is that even though her life was extremely difficult she accomplished a lot and left an amazing legacy. Too bad my children never knew any of it but I take a lot of responsibility on that one. I was young and stupid and asleep at the wheel in that territory. I was only trying to survive myself. For her time, she lucked out and died at 65, not having seen any of her kids expire before her. What this has to do with being yourself is that I’ve learned you really can’t change who you are. You can modify it, you can adapt it to the rules of society so that often means what shape you are in. Physical, mental and emotional states are all reflections of how you are doing. I learned something yesterday and even though I’ve learned it over and over and over again, I still manage to plod on and it often still escapes me. I was born with a mind and body that followed my heritage, my lineage, my general attitude.
I always drew since childhood, pencil in hand and I’ve tried to change who I am through every stage of life. It doesn’t work and it never worked to try to change. The bottom line for me is that I remember mom saying of all her 12 children, I always woke up happy and smiling. The world always looked rosy to me. Every day was a new world with fun things to look forward to. I think of her and respect what she said. I am finally respecting who I am. I have always struggled to be like everybody else and it has never worked. So hopefully as I get older, I will realize that there is a lot of worth of what mom said about me….in one simple sentence. I am learning the difference between trying to be like everybody and fit in, or trying to follow my own unique path. Looking around the insanity of behaviors I see around me, my sensible side says I don’t give a damn what they are doing, I’m staying on my path. So I’m playing with simple art, fun and cheerful stuff. I like it and believe enough in myself to just offer it up. Here you go world, it is what it is.
We are finally having some sun here in Mexico. It’s been really cold and I can’t get used to it. So on my patio today I’ve been working on this large watercolor and intermittently putting the painting in the sun to dry. While it’s drying, I catch as many warm rays as I can. Boy, the sun feels great. I have not picked this painting up in a few months as I’ve been super busy with many things other than painting. So in a day or so, it should get finished if nothing else crazy happens.
Painting Mexico 
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