god is an artist
the commission has no deadline
drawing us in
and out
brushing over us all
with fresh
oils
#katyamills
god is an artist
the commission has no deadline
drawing us in
and out
brushing over us all
with fresh
oils
#katyamills
the age the artist died
by 28 was sitting with all the others who
having breakfast after the last
supper
#katyamills
campbell’s soup cans tagged on subway cars descend into giant holes in the earth. it gets dark. we pick up speed. ✨️ the sound of steel on steel is amplified by the concrete coated walls. an artist absorbs every sense of it. a product comes into being. to be sold. sold. sold. my hair turns white like warhol. 🙃 when we come into the light i have my mysteries inside my heart. you will have to kill me.
#katyamills
all the cakes and pies
gumballs turned out the machines
bouncing off kitchen floors
produced the precise sugar rush
required to render the masterpieces
san francisco streets
the geometry of farms and
orchards touched by sunlight
divided by river within
the delta
#katyamills
we are pressured in many ways in this life. we live in an atmosphere rims around the world. the condensation builds up by the heat, the clouds form and the rains come. the pressure and heat build up some more. how do you respond? you don’t have to be intimidated! go ahead and rocket across the boundary. go where no one has ever been before. laugh out loud! the way you interact with your environment, your community, your greater family and yourself, is unique in time and space. keep the faith! we need you!
can be elusive. good thing is you (the artist) will know when you have it. all the rules they ever taught you, muted. taking risks does not feel so scary. nobody knows what you are doing more than you. the work is mutable not sacred. you can see the whole thing moving through the smallest fragment. it is alive and tugs at your pulses.
acrylic made 4 good makeup
girl when hung on a wall
and bludgeoned by praises
– K ❤