atlantic betrothal

swimming in fort zach's atlantic, while feeding fish and disturbing cephalopods, i became unequivocally betrothed.

i am absolutely ecstatic.

check out alligator death roll on today's date.

Fuck You, Kitchen!

I may have made it out this time.

F'real.

I'm painting for income and loving, loving, loving it. I have absolutely no emotional attachment to it. I can come home with a clean conscience. I am not prepared to fight to the seeping marrow for my "painting ideals." I am free...

I am free to cook, to bake in the ways I believe are right and true. Free to feed people--all people, not just the few who can afford it--as I believe they should be fed: with love.

So, fuck you, commercial kitchen! I hope I don't cross your path for a good, long while.