Painting is like war. Sometimes you go out there to fail. Repeatedly. Thats what I did today. Over and over three times.
And now I'm determined.
Nothing quinches thirst like failure.
Nothing can quinch.
I'm going to destroy this.
I'm going to make it happen.
War broke out the Feedyard.
War's broke out the Feedyard.
War is paint.
Paint is war.
This will change. Therefore, I tell you, this begins one of my many efforts to document the autobiographical detail of my life; the influence to do so brought about by some of the greatest human beings I may ever know.
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