New beginnings, SINACRAZEDPEOPLE, Spill Your Heart Out

Last Nights Dream with a doodle

Last night I had a really intriguing dream that was muted. However, I was also able to get a sense of my surroundings, the words being mouthed to me, my emotions & the energy that surrounded me.

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I fell into a room. Right on a pallet next to a singing bowl. It hurt so I rubbed my back.

I was moving slower than normal stuck between feeling as if I were in space or underwater. I felt as if I were within both to be honest.

I felt suffocated as if I were drowning what is or isn’t. Something in my head expressed to me that my time would end due to the lack of oxygen I felt that I had there. So I sat on the pallet, banged on the singing bowl expecting sound but all I could see were the vibrations it emanated. This made my eyes widen & I felt a gush of warm air flow through me allowing me to somehow breathe again. I closed my eyes & let it take me around the room as we absorbed one another’s presence.

I opened my eyes & eventually realized I had been sitting in front of a window with this entity staring at me with blazing brownish orange yellow eyes reminding me of the sun. It was happy then angry then happy again as it pointed to the door. It mouthed something to me I didn’t understand so I focused & slowed down his/her mouthing words as its inaudible words said ” this opening is closed but ahead there’s a door open for you” I looked at the door realizing it was close, I turned back feeling content then felt confused as this entity was gone. I looked for the door realizing it was distant. I blinked & shockingly it was closer to my face now. It was so close that I had to focus my eyes in order to make it visible.

The door seemed as if it was going to close on me so I quickly grabbed the door knob while it was there in front of me.

As I grabbed the door knob it held onto my hand & flung me with it . The door then tossed me out of it. As it tossed me I was moving in slow motion face forward.

The gush of warm wind moved my body around to where I was now flying backwards able to look back towards the window. In the window was now myself waving with a smile pointing to the right ( my left while flying backwards ) I looked towards my left & saw another entity with its arms spread out & as eyes filled with my past, present & future was entering & exiting its mouth going outward & inward into space.

I blinked then everything moved normally, the door slammed closed & I woke up.

I am not done with it but wanted to share the process! I didn’t want to add me going through the door because I felt like it was too much in one space so I left it out. I want to dig deeper into this dream since it’s the 1st one I had in a really long time. I have not been sleeping much due to a lot of transitions in my life lately.

I plan to create, focus & be more consistent with my art process more even if that means ghosting on y’all.

I hope you all enjoyed entering a piece of my mind.


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Fcuk Art Norms

The art world today in my opinion is so corrupt. Artists are living in the norms of some people who don’t even care about the art as much as we who create it.

Everything is money based and most art markets are being handled by the rich and have been for years. It all seems like a game or a play thing to them. Most HIGH-END galleries, museums and art organizations are really there to increase profit or value of paintings for private gain not for the artist or the message that’s being put out there for the community and/or world.

Which is why I feel most paintings by dead artists are way more pricier now than it was when they were alive. Some paintings weren’t even being purchased until AFTER they died so what does that mean?? The value of art is much greater after the artist dies?? If so, why is that?

These days it seems a NORM for art is re creating art of those who have died; such as Basquiat and Keith Haring. I see the styles of these two dead artists in A LOT of living artists work. Which makes me think that some current artists are only creating art for the money and/or because it’s become the “thing to do” aka the hype.

I understand people may feel inspired by these dead artists but The NORMS now are copy someone else’s work, get famous. It may not be something people even realize they’re doing it’s just..normal..the fight for notice, the fight for exposure.

In my opinion this is also affecting the black community because some are competing with non black owned businesses especially in gentrified communities.

It’s hard to get your art in galleries these days if you’re not a well known artist especially when there are art trends that are looked for specifically.

Here’s a reflection *woosh*

I’m living in NY. doing photography.. I wanted my photos in galleries so I went to this black owned gallery knowing I wanted to be support my community especially those of color. I spoke with a man there and told him what I did and showed him what I had in hand. He speaks. ” yeah, I like it. Do you have anything else.” I tell him yes ” do you have anything that is more popular like something you see in restaurants or in other galleries”. I look at him which seems for 10 seconds. So he wants me to copy someone else I think to myself. I’m angry and I immediately walk out while saying fuck this shit.

*Back to the present*

This has stuck with me ever since and I will never forget it.

I went to a few museums and galleries where I currently live as an experiment to see what people would say and the first thing I’m always asked is “ do you have followers “ or “ Are you popular “ mind you I wasn’t asked my name, or anything about myself for that matter. Didn’t even ask to see my work. Another asked me if I could draw or paint pictures of celebrities. Mind you I don’t give a fuck about celebrities so that was an immediate turn off.

It’s fucking stupid.

What about the free form artists who just wanna show you the weird and mind blowing shit that pops up in their heads? What about the voice of the people? What about the ART? Is our expression then a void to these people?

So my immediate reaction is FUCK EM

Because your expression should never be void!

Fuck high end galleries and their norms..


to me it seems like ART isn’t really important but the MONEY and EXPOSURE they will gain from your art is.

Don’t get me wrong I’m sure there are some organizations who will literally support your work and help you get your art out there!


Conclusion being if you wanna show your work then show it don’t depend on anyone else.

Getting your work in these organizations does not make your work valid!


Create some DIY gallery shows and much more!

Reach out to up and coming artist and collaborate with them!

Stop giving your money to people that follow these art norms and project them on to you as an artist.

Create your own norms for your art and invest in yourself!

Never sell yourself to get raped by this corrupt industry.


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Painting, Spill Your Heart Out

A painting with no titles

This painting was pretty emotional for me really.

When I made this I started off dark colors using black and deep red oil paints. In that moment I realized subconsciously I was choosing these colors because I was in a dark place mentally.

Smearing these two colors around and around not even knowing how to use oil paints but just feeling it and how this feeling related to me.

I allowed this painting to sit outside alone on my balcony for a few days. Checking on it , not knowing what to do with it, not knowing if I wanted to do anything with it.

A reflection of myself.

1 whole month it took me to finally face this darkness, this deep red mixed with black and bring it to the light.

Slowly touching the surface with neon fluorescents and things to glow within the dark.

I allowed these colors to fall onto this painting without thought, without judgment and watched a face evolve from within; from the hardest stroke to the lightest..these are all reflections of myself or maybe someone else who may have felt the same way that I that moment.

The light within will always find its way through the darkness. You just have to face that darkness even when it’s horrifying.



16 x 20

Oil paint and neon acrylics

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a ripple affect, Food For Thought, Spill Your Heart Out

( Random Thought )

There are times when we break apart and become two different versions of self.

I realize words play a very strong part in how an individual is mentally structured and contributes to a anima duality where you start to split yourself into numerous pieces with out even realizing.

(example) Someone calls you an idiot sometimes a person will actually question whether or not they are actually in fact an idiot.

(example) A child is being called negative things so the child could become negatively chaotic emotionally and/or physically.

(example ) someone says something to you that brings you down

words that bring us down will have more of an impact on how we interact with ourselves since emotions have been tied to those words. ( we become what we think) this becomes worse if we pass a long that trauma onto someone else by making them feel bad in response to someone else made us feel previously.

There are little words within big words. Meaning these small little words can create such a huge impact on a persons psyche.

Those little words can be  easily missed and turned into something different with the proper guidance. Guidance of self but most of all guidance from others especially since we are organisms that are meant to interact, connect, and evolve together.

We have to choose our words wisely.

Especially when they are directed towards self.

once we are able to navigate the words we use we can form bigger words with a more positive meaning. Continue reading “( Random Thought )”

Painting, Spill Your Heart Out

A Rock with Personality

This was was stumbled upon during my journey around my neighborhood as I was talking to myself & not paying attention to where I was walking.

I tripped over it , looked down and said ” oh hello rock, I’m krow” lol interestingly enough it ACTUALLY HAD A FACE & it SPOKE!

” Don’t you know how to watch where you’re going, walking around not paying attention to where you’re working. I thought you were being more aware of your surroundings, to the trees, the birds, the people but not US ROCKS huh? ”

” crap ” I thought to myself.

” He’s right ” I mumbled


I laughed

” You wanderers always think it’s funny, LOOK AT THAT GUY OVER THERE”

I looked over my shoulder towards the water drains & saw a rock that was partially mud with half it’s face coming off.. it looked at me & whispered ” look away” while choking on water flowing pass it.

” Fuck, what happened”

“Nothing, he’s just too lazy to move & he was the perfect example of WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE TO ME”

” Hey, look stop worrying about what could have happened & think about what didn’t. You’re here & your face didn’t end up like his. No offense other rock. You should encourage him to move instead of making him feel bad about himself some people need a little encouragement. Yah I kicked you but we’re still here. Plus you’re a rock & you’re most likely gonna get kicked around again. What you can do is not take yourself for granted, you’re tough as fuck man. OWN THAT SHIIIIT” I said

He blinked at me a few times, exhaled & said ” eh, you’re right. It just ain’t east being a rock sometimes ya know ” while nudging me on the ankle ” Get outta here so I can help this idiot it’s gonna get messy ”

Okay I said as I started to walk away.

I stopped & turned back around

” Tell ya what, I’m gonna paint you ”

” Oh yah make me pretty then & a little weird lookin ” as he bat his eyelashes up & down like one of those cartoons I used to watch growing up.

I laughed out loud while saying to myself ” Gotta make sure I watch where I’m going more often”

9 x 11 painting of this rock with personality

Acrylic on canvas inserted into a frame

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Fxxk It

Fuck the 9-5

Goin all in..

with my art.

The idea of having someone control my every day work life made me miserable as shit! There was more energy going into the person I worked for rather than myself, family & Art.


the money was great, Fuckin $1000 Bi-weekly, that shit was jackpot for me. Useful for it’s investments but also wasn’t really much because BILLS right…

I moved to Colorado 2 years ago. WOW. 2 years of being mentally, spiritually and emotionally unhappy. INTERNALLY but externally used my daughter, life partner & nature for happiness in hopes it would make my nerves soften at least a tad.

Sometimes I did not want to create art even if I felt inspired because I was drained from working. Fuck that shit, can’t do it anymore. Not going to lie, I do have to be realistic because…cost of living, food & whatever the fuck. So a part time on the weekends is something I plan to do.




I worked at a liquor store for like a day last weekend and the anxiety & amount of times I had to hold myself back from punching a drunk perv  had me like



not for me anymore.

So hopefully MCA in denver will love me so much they will hire me part time on the weekends

yah because projecting shit into existence is REAL.


k I’m rambling..

Here’s a selfie of me smoking earths magical leaves in my workspace



22×18 inch Canvas Painting

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