Well, this is where the paint started. Four years later, and here I am typing this with hands on my red paints.
I remember taking down my college room Pulp Fiction poster and peeling it off the foam board it was mounted on.
I used my hands because I didn't even have brushes lmao.
I sold the Blue Boy before I could wash my hands to my homie who couldnt take his eyes off of him.
I had no idea he was color blind I I Pretty ironic how the overwhelm that postponed me even touching color for ten years ended with a grey hello.
Seeing my Blue Boy in the window of Cory's downtown loft in Athens, Georgia made me feel a rare feeling that I've gotten pretty familiar with.
SOULED