02/06/2026
I really did write that poem while painting this glitchy chrysanthemum with watercolors, colored pencils and pens on … it’s pretty fancy.
If you drop by my studio I hung it on the wall there and I’d be happy to show it to you in person.
If everyone overwhelmingly asks for prints of this masterpiece, I would make some.
If someone offered me enough dollars for the framed original I’d be like, “for real?” Then I would confidently and gracefully accept and ship or deliver it to their yacht or mansion. Unless they lowballed me and then I’d be like, “for real?” Then agonize about whether or not to actually accept anyway and then ship or deliver to their apartment.
I really am grateful though, to have a lifestyle that allows me to paint with a cat in my lap. I suppose you, dear viewer and now reader, deserve the thanks for lending me your attention and getting my content seen by the rest of the internet which I hope leads to more tattoo appointments and the occasional commissioned art/design project. I’ll quit rambling now and release you to continue your day. Can you tell I have mixed feelings about this weird world we’re living in!? It’s strange and beautiful and terrifying. Wtf is even happening? Idk, but I bet this painting is kinda about that. Crud, I probably should’ve done like my art teachers taught me and emphasized the meaning of the painting instead of jokingly trivializing it into a 2 minute joke reel. And now I’ve put down another paragraph when I promised to let you go on with your day. Sorry I guess. Can you tell I get some anxiety.
