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In the key of LOWKEY

"Willomet" mixed media on canvas, 8" x 8"  one of several mini abstracts just completed.

Last night's pop up art show was fun and I've gotten good at mastering a lowkey display. In fact lowkey is a great description for my current life.
A selection of prints, original abstracts on canvas and a sampling of the vinyl on the wall.
These events used to stress me out but after a whole month of the State Fair and a couple of other vending events I have it down to a science and my setup is usually packed and ready to load into the car at a moment's notice. Small folding table, easy sneezy.
Even my current art is lowkey:

I say "current" but what even does that mean? It can totally be something different tomorrow. My current state of mind: NO PIGEONHOLES
I have fun unwinding after something tedious like the wolf painting with meditative abstracts. Always have, always will. It is part of my art as much as bats, doodle bugs, floral chaos and cloud shapes. In fact lets peek at some of my earlier paintings before creatures and "style" crept into our vocabulary


Those are pre 2009 and both hint at my three loves, Nature, Color, abstraction.
So abstracts aren't "new" for me but what is new is learning LOWKEY. As a maximalist by nature -the art of leaving only the essential is where Im at. After dancing with the"flat" Im indulging in the textured. Its a primal and pure place of creation and like I said "meditative".
Yesterday I got an internet troll to comment "shit trash art!" angrily under one of my photos. This brought a big smile to my face. 😂😂😂 
1.One- its been awhile since a troll has paid me any attention.
2. Trolls account of course had posted nothing- it is only there to serve their desire to shit talk their "life" away. Imagine not creating anything with your precious time here but hate and wasting perfectly good energy just sitting on Instagram seething at the color pink. 😂😂😂 
3. My art got a response. It made a feeling in someones little heart. Granted it was an angry feeling but a feeling is winning. I pissed off a hater- YAY! 
So yeah that's pretty much what I think about trolls and pointless words from people who don't know how to enjoy life, understand art ...and abstraction is a bit too high over their heads. They want things that look like things. A dog that looks like a dog. A car that looks like a car. Nothing that evokes a feeling or concept because WUTT? 😂 
Then my friend in France with a lofty collection of art knowledge who I spent countless hours guarding art galleries with and discussing art APPLAUDED the same piece...so those who know KNOW and those who don't never will.
We keep creating.
And that's how LOWKEY life is right now- you literally do not care about what's not essential and ignorant negatives are always not essential.
Happy Sunday peeps- hope its so LOWKEY and good to you!
I'll be posting the mini abstracts on my Shopify site later today.❤ 
For those that KNOW 😉 


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