I created a Society6 page for my art just in case anyone is interested in having prints of their own. If you use the link above you will get free shipping for a limited time.
Thank you all for all of your support.
Today I received a portable desk easel from a very generous friend. I used it to finish my most recent painting, and it makes things much more comfortable. No more being hunched over my desk like Quasimodo. Haha!
I am not sure how I feel about the painting itself though. I’m trying to learn how to create without definite reference images and instead use images inside my head. It’s extremely challenging to get those images out of my head and onto the canvas (if you will).
My mother was HIV+ while pregnant with me, was unaware she was positive, and at the time there was no prenatal prevention of the transmission of the virus. How else?
You never really appreciate having one until you spend two years writing a novel in your bed with a dog and a lover scattering your shit everywhere.
I just wanted to take a moment to say how lucky I am.
For the last 13+ years, I have had the most loving, supportive, goofy, and epically-bearded man as a partner.
Neither of us is perfect, but he makes my life pretty damned close to it. Like all couples, we have our arguments and issues, but we always seem to find a way to work things out.
While he doesn’t share my passions in life (writing, art, reading, books, etc.) he has never once failed to support me in every single effort I’ve endeavored to take. He even supports my silly obsession with a video game at almost 30 years old. ;)
He’s never once made me feel bad (on purpose) about being held back by health problems, and has always tried so hard to remind me that I’m not a burden on him when I often feel like I am. I know it is not easy to make a life with someone like me, but he works hard every day to make it happen. He works hard every day to make sure I feel valued.
When I developed lipodystrophy and gained 60+ lbs over the course of like four months, he embraced my new body when I couldn’t. He’s helping me to learn to love myself the way I am — to see myself the way he sees me. It’s a long, hard battle, but I’m getting there.
I am so thankful to have someone like him in my life – to be loved by someone like him. Some people go their whole lives searching for what we found when we were 14/15 years old. It’s never lost on me how lucky I am.
This is a photo of us at my aunt’s wedding yesterday.
When I first looked at it, I only saw my fat face and my double chin, but the more I looked at it the more I saw the strength we have as a unit — as a family (with our doggy child :)). I began to see what he sees in me because I’ve always seen it in him.
JD, I know you’ll never read this because you don’t read my blog, but I love you and thank you for everything (even when you’re annoying and piss me off ;)). You’re the best.
Always.
Robert Gregory Browne
Just thought I’d jot down a few things that have been happening recently/things I’ve been thinking about and make it a blog post. Yep, this is happening.
Okay. I am very tired (it’s 5:07AM) and my butt really hurts from sitting in this chair for hours, so I’m gonna end this now. Smell ya later.
This is what I look like when I should be writing, but I get distracted by Tumblr.
I painted this with my beautiful Aunt Pat in mind. For some reason, it just makes me think of her. :) I hope you like it as much as I do.
Just thought I’d share my most recent painting with you guys. 😊
Hello everyone. I figured it was time I updated this thing.
First of all, here are my Sketches of the Day. It’s not all of them since I last posted because Tumblr will only let me upload 10 at a time and I don’t feel like uploading them all to Flickr or something and linking them. I feel like most of you have probably seen them already either on Facebook or Instagram…
But yeah, I am still having a lot of fun drawing every day. I’ve taken a couple of days off here and there because “real life” has gotten in the way, but for the most part I’ve been pretty good about sticking with it. It’s really cool to see how I’ve progressed since starting, that’s for sure. It’s also really interesting to see how some days drawing comes pretty naturally to me, but then other days it’s like the hardest thing in the world. Do other artists feel that way sometimes? Like your hands just don’t want to cooperate with what your brain is telling them? Strange.
In other news, I have been very sad for the last few days because my sweet hedgehog, Thaddeus Otto, passed away on the 16th. It was really sudden, but it happened quickly and seemingly without pain. I’ve had a hard time being creative since he passed… My animals are like my children, so when I lose one it’s really painful. He was such a sweet and funny little man. I’ll always miss him… I keep falling into my routine with him and then getting a harsh reminder that he’s gone. Sucks. :(
I guess that’s all I really have to say for now. I’m okay, but definitely not feeling like myself. Hopefully things will be better the next post.
Oh, and I’d like to thank everyone that sent me kind messages when Thaddeus passed… You have no idea how much it has helped. I love you guys.
Oh gosh. You’ve no idea how much I needed to hear something like that, so thank you so very much. I feel honored to have inspired you. :)
Good luck with your writing, especially around bipolar symptoms because I know how hard that is!
