Where Our Feet Never Touch 24x30 Walking into the outside hand

Walking into the outside hand in hand

I could try to explain the exact places or memories in my life when I learned an artist's entire catalog of music word for word but words wouldn’t bring any sense to that kind of alchemy

That feeling of knowing that there is no end to their ability to give

Not just for air but for clarity

Where Our Feet Never Touch 24x30 Walking into the outside handAs I stare out at the endless blue of the pacific ocean, every shade of blue as far as the eye can see in front of me the wind catches my face. Maybe just not today. I think to myself. The water is too cold. One of us will probably get stung. One of these waves is probably going to roll me until I lose both nose rings and swallow sand that I dont spit out properly for hours. There are three types of waves that are all the same waves at the same time