New York City. It’s always lovely to come home. Cat. Friends. The familiar. The cozy. I unpack, regroup, zen out painting a couple of small signs for a friend’s apartment she will AirBnB. The 100 days are coming to an end, so I am reflecting on what is next. And with each passing day and stroke of paint, I keep feel my calling is to create. Not ads, but paintings, sets, signs. I have loved and appreciated my job. But it is time to expand and try this art thing that I was scared to do back in my early twenties. This is not to say that I won’t go back to advertising. But all these options are tossing around in my head.
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