So within the last week I feel like I really found myself artistically.

What I really want to do is just make tons of fast sketchy pen and gouache pictures, and make bigger painted pieces that are longer conversations.

The plan is to set myself up on Etsy and eBay, or whatever else, and play around with selling my work, more as craft and ornament rather than ’serious art’. Although my larger paintings feel interpersonal and psychological, if only to me. Maybe at some point I will even try to get more active on the local level of the art world.

Romantically I feel the pull of the Muse, exactly what I really wanted to find. (For the record I am still a Magus.) The faces, gestures, lines, and tunes of the women in my life are directly put into my art. I’m not sure if you could call it romance in the normal sense of the word, or perhaps it is an even more traditional understanding I am after.

I have been having lots more conversations with friends about art in general, and all the different implications of being an artist. Quite refreshing, I’m feeling pretty nourished by the minds I have gathered around me.

For the first time in my life, I can look at myself as an artist and not pair that up with self deprecation. It is all about enjoying the process, and I’ve found my groove.

I have taken way too much time off of work, and I really need to catch up on design projects tonight and tomorrow. Working is such a drag, hope art sales becomes something I can really focus on as my main food source. I’m literally a starving artist, don’t let the beer gut fool you.

I’m happy. I’m getting out. I’m face to face with beauties. I’m doing what I do.

Been signing my work with my legal last name. Just bought Rafatpanah.com and made it redirect here. Not sure if its possible to stop being Danny Fucking Chaoflux, and I don’t think I’m going to start trying.

Anyways, love you guys. Cya soon. Art show this weekend.

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