Painting Notes

Cryptic Tip 1 – if you want a pop out look paint on the porous material add grain and pour over and blend on a large scale

Phycological Tip 2 – the reason that painting doesn’t wow is because its depth isn’t there, you get tired doing the details and the paint dries out way faster than a pen or a digital painting, and you think “why the fuck don’t i just make a digital painting?” 

really

paint with light

Idk anything, its for money I guess, or for humanity? Humanity has its tastes associated with the time and right now its taste is excited by antiquated ephemeral decaying plastic pastured cloth (or oils) stretched over a wooden frame as opposed to a decaying jungle of redundant transistors constantly sending packets to pass on it’s DNA using some simplistic seemingly algorithm that tech-junkies and stoners fear has potential for an artificial intelligence so prolific it will progress sentient life into the next phase of evolution – an intelligence greater than our humanity (I wonder what an AI super intelligence’s taste in art would be? Maybe they too would be sick of themselves and long for the almost irreplaceable simplicity of paint on canvas)… our species will then have a chunk of their soul ripped away from them, handed to the more ideal product of evolution, humanity will be fed and incubated like a zoo animal for the consolidated complexity of this planet’s tech to observe with nostalgic gratitude. 

well….

This is why i need another soul, to be afraid of ai together, shield our selves by night from what we simultaneously whore our minds out to create by day, because… like our greatest ancestors, we live to grow, and grow 

and our sentience doesn’t kill that desire. Sex distracts us, and when sex has reached it’s daily max, love takes its place. I was recently reminded, love ends, love cycles, like sex, like everything, I was being explained love like the middle-school version of it. The kind we only know from our divorced parents, puppy-love crushes- and the movies with their beautiful people and beautiful lighting – well of course if you assume I have a middle-school level intelligence when it comes to love I am worth explaining it’s end to. Maybe that’s my fault for having the face of a middle schooler, or your fault for being the most intelligent person on and off paper where ever you go – it’s just hard for you to… maybe I think of you too simplistically… like I haven’t spent nights in hospitals or lied on asphalt at 3am, or seen it all twice, all the horror that has yet to be transcribed into art.

But what if i don’t want the cycle to end? – (I’m idealistic that way)

he said i believed in fairy tales before he left,  innocently, as if he didn’t know that would rattle around for weeks, my last memory of him and I

The OG fairytales have tragic endings, but I know what you meant.

I don’t say much around you, it all makes you uncomfortable, I respect that, as you respect that i’m also trying to find a safeness,

but the result is you don’t know me,

if you want depth

be uncomfortable,

Give attention to the details, give them light and definition where they are clear, and give them blur and darkness where they are mysterious and alluring, but don’t ignore them.

this is how to paint depth