Over the past year life pulled me in a multitude of directions, and at times it was hard to tell which one led forward. Like probably every artist at some point, there were moments where I walked in doubt and questioned my creative resolve. I entertained alternate paths that lead away from my brushes. Ones that held a greater assurance of comfort and certainty. Last March, as winter turned to spring, I let go of needing to know the answers. It was a weight off my shoulders. I took long breaks from the studio and structured routines, and set off exploring. I escaped into dense forests that blotted out the sun and climbed mountains till my calves burned. I took on odd jobs in other cities, and visited places that evoked feelings of home, like LA, San Diego and Black Rock City. One by one the answers began to find me, and the inspiration began to amass. As did an exorbitant amount of laughs and a new resilient smile. I was reminded that my paints and brushes are where my passion lies, and that all of this is one big adventure that will be over far too soon, so we best soak it in while we can.
And that brings me to today, here at my art studio in LA. Through a series of commissions, the paint once again begins to flow, and I couldn’t be more stoked. To those of you who helped make this all happen, you know who you are, and everyone else who stuck around for the ride, know that I can’t get the grin off of my face. Big gorilla love. Here we go. #maniacallaugh #questforfun