I was lucky enough to have met some very beautiful and interesting folks in the past week who truly left a mark on me for the better. one of these instances guided me into the unexpected handshake of our local people-appreciator in the 505, thus granting me some lovely words and recognition via facebook. Thanks a million, here’s what was stated:
“ Makayla was a bit vague about describing her artwork when I first asked her. She just handed me a card and said she would send me a message to describe it. I am a bit impatient and want to post pictures of people as soon as possible, so I went to the website. When I saw her artwork, I thought it was brilliant, creative, and superbly unique. Makayla is gifted and expresses art in a style all of her own. I consider her a blessing to Burque and her work is a gift to this city. You really impressed me Makayla. ”
If you’re interested in finding out about great local folks in the ABQ area, hit the Inhabitants of Burque facebook page and like it.
i imagine the thick texture sliding across the ridges of my fingerprints. every stroke has become stiff and chunky in its way and the colors melt together without mixing - fat sloppy smudges elegantly placed with precision. glassy glazes deepening the view as if the scene is taking place forever frozen far away, receding from your gaze into the wall; the skyline; history. i love to look at paintings.
pardon my modesty.
this month has been slow and steady and maybe i’ll win the race but its an odd option to consider - considering i’ve been existing recently within the past of my memories. i won’t lie - as somber as it is, i enjoy this feeling. i am weary of letting go, i may never get it back again. you never want to lose the same thing twice - and sulking in a long faded death recurring as if it were new again is the closest thing to reliving somebody’s long lost existence. such vivid sensations…
i’ve begun my first drafts of bio/artist statement. i just need to finalize them and polish it all a bit before December 1st. (paintings and all) - new photos of a past sketch i’ve begun painting and inking. (more acrylic wash watercolor drawings to come, i swear it.)
also been busy with the job hunt - seasonal - maybe more.
heres some tunes that help remind me of the most morose of times: i found them when i was 12 and either in my nativity, stumbled upon something great without realizing - or i never really grew out of that 12 year old. either way i still love this bands old music. go on, pogo dance with tears in your eyes - thats a dare.