I’ve been complaining forever about him posting landscapes and tonight he posts this!!! The manifesting is working (yes that is what I am telling myself)!
The man who painted my childhood bedroom died this week. He was a family friend, he was my moms friend. He cared for our house, and we paid him for it, but he also cared for us. When I was 13, he sat me down to tell me that if I ever needed a ride, a safe place, a person to call, he was there. Tony was on my speed dial until three days after he died. Every coat of paint in my childhood bedroom was put there by his hands. He brought my mother fancy whiskey from the 60’s when he was given it because he knew how much my mother loves whiskey, and he leaned more towards rum. He was always around my house, from the time I was three years old, his boom box playing the local radio station outside of the open garage. I never knew what project he was working on. He was always doing something, fixing something around the house. How many things are going to need maintenance now that we never knew had broken in the first place.
I don't know the names of his wife or his kids, but I know how much he loved them. Bumper stickers from their achievements on the back of his minivan. I’d never really considered that the world could exist without him in it. I think about death a lot, the death of my mother, my sister, death that I may have to grieve one day, but I’d never really considered his. He had a heart attack while he was driving home late Sunday night. Nobody knew until they couldn’t find him the next morning. What a horrible way to die. I hope that once he was unconscious he did not come back. I hope that he did not suffer. This man who showed me nothing but kindness, who did not understand me, but would have done anything for me, another man’s child, if I’d just asked. I was raised by the woman who paid him, but I think he would have cared for me anyways, even if she had stopped paying. That's just the kind of man he was. I hope he knew how loved he was. I know he knew he was needed. God we needed him. But we loved him too. We trusted him and loved him, and now we will miss him. We will go about our lives, perhaps my mother most slowly, but he will not be there to pat me on the back when I come home with a diploma in May, and I will notice that he is gone, the space he left in my universe. Filled with colorful house paint and the smell of dirt and metal, small, but impactful, memorable, loved.
hi just wanna say you draw the old rat man (england) very well, I love him in your style! and france too, absolutely beautiful art. but especially toni <3
Ahhh thank you!! You are very sweet anon 😭❤️❤️ I barely draw England and France but you inspired me so here you go ❤️❤️❤️
peter, who has nightmares and becomes violent when he wakes up scared: Are you mad at me
tony, who was worried about peter so tried to wake him and now is nursing a black eye and mild concussion from being punched in the face: “Never could be, kiddo”
I love your one piece drawings. You make them all so pretty and ughhh. I wanna print them and put them on my wall. And when I actually have spare change, give it to you as thanks. Can you draw the silliest thing you can imagine them doing? Like, whatever it is. If you can and want. Maybe with them with hats! Special ones! Anyways regardless of whether you do anything I say, you art is magnificent and I'm love with your style and wish you a happy December. Thank you for making me smile :DD!!!
hi!!! THANK YOU for leaving me such a lovely message you brightened my whole day!!! i’m sorry it took awhile for me to reply i had to draw in between finals >—>o
the silliest thing i could think of was a slumber party, i’m sorry i couldn’t fit in any hats lol BUT SERIOUSLY THANK YOU SO MUCH YOUR WORDS MEAN SO MUCH TO ME!!! i’m so glad to know i’ve made you smile ;_;❤️ i hope these make you smile too!!!