My friend Pablo's art is incredible. He works big, I work small. (We decided to learn from each other...) On the first snowy day of the season, we sat at Zeke's and painted for hours, sipping on mate and swapping stories. This living in the city thing has grown on me...
After I left the farm, all I ever dreamed about was snow. It was the middle of summer and there was snow on the ground in my mind! All that time it never made sense, but on this day it finally clicked. These connections with other artists are so invaluable and I really felt that sinking in.
One of the first things I noticed about Pablo's paintings was this theme of strings. It reminded me of my own art in that way. I've always been fond of portraying lines connecting points. They're like strings jointing dimensions... So, we inevitably talked a lot about strings on that snowy afternoon. Strings in all forms. It's nice to feel like you're really embracing life. At last, there's peace washing over in the form of winter.
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