Makayla Armijo
work in progress, sneak peek of my new series
inspiration: bound by fear, love
Makayla Armijo Featured In Inhabitants of Burque
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.
life and creation in slow motion. i spend my time losing sleep over travel plans, life stresses: work… play… taking care of day to day business. free seconds are spent staring blankly into sound, making mixtapes and thinking. when my mind is broken from the worries and to-dos, i can sit and bob my head to eternally fresh beats and visualize cellular structures… i can try my hand at tiny black strokes on this piece as it crawls towards the finish-line… i can spend my time wisely with the man i love. the key to all things is balance. that key, like most things, often gets lost in the couch cushions or are in my other pants. but today, today feels like that gentle breeze to enjoy before the violent winds knock down my mental foundation tomorrow.
so, you know, take it easy kid.
MA
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.
MA
Medicine Monday and The Joys of Despair
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.
still not quite finished - but i’ve got three weeks to do touch ups and add a few things.
i can hear him softly singing aloud through my headphones - muffled against this black sheep track, and its sweet. today i spent hours with pen in hand inking one page of a comic - pure. i’ve still got cold feet about this written statement due - and i killed a mouse in the kitchen. well the trap killed it - but his little eyes stared me down in his last moments of a death rattle - and i think he knew i intended his demise. or probably not - but it was an odd experience.
(note: thats a couple sticky coats of green, black and brown glaze- strokes create the grassy illusion and i hope the linseed oil does not spontaneously combust.)
send positive thoughts if you have any to spare
MA
above photo credit: Tess Coats
