“Cecelia and the Satellite.”
Tiny oil painting on panel 5x5”.
In the original caption for this piece, I talk about the artist who does my tattoos. You learn a lot about how to deal with pain for extended periods of time, but you also learn a lot about trust. I don’t think a single client of Jeff Cornell (@horijefe) would tell you they left without hearing him sing or hum along to whatever was jamming in the shop or his heart. He was never short on encouraging me to pursue art
I was shattered to see his diagnosis of advanced colon cancer. If you want an idea of just how treasured this man is, his gofundme has raised almost $50k out of his 85k goal in just 6 days.
Please take a moment for him and his sweet family if you can.
Stephen King says “all novels are really letters aimed at one person.” I don’t view my work much differently.
Similarly, the artist who does my tattoos, @horijefe once told me something I’ll never forget. Mind you, he’s not only the grand daddy of the Seattle tattoo scene, but he’s a brilliant musician.
✨“Doesn’t matter what type of music it is, I think every song is a love song.”
And initially I was a little distracted by the fact he was drilling my elbow (OW!) but the more I thought about it? I couldn’t agree more.
I had a 3 piece series of bears that were letters to someone and part of gluing back together a broken heart.
The last of the bear letters was called “Even Every Sunday” :
I know we didn’t talk after I left.
But maybe the best part about not seeing you anymore
is I can still write you these letters. Even if all we had left were Sundays, I’d still write. Because maybe these aren’t even letters anymore than they are the story
of how I found myself.
I don’t think I need to send this one, after all.”
🪐✨… and here I am again.
Trying to tell you.
There is a girl who still writes to you.
She doesn’t know how not to.
Don’t be fooled, these are not paintings
These are love songs.
The title of this piece is from a song by Andrew Mcmahon and the Wilderness
Aliza and Her Monsters