my dearest kariny

my favorite painter, the one who teaches me most about doing what i said i would.
here she was starting two pieces at my apartment because her bedroom was too far to make paintings as often as she’d wished to.

that is to say,

brighton, the summer after we vowed not to go in the waters unless they were dominican

in my apartment.
here shes unknowingly cuddling an eighth of oui’d held within jenna rink’s caring stomach. to the right was just after she helped me walk an 80x80” painting home even after having worked & gallery hopped with a friend prior. id told her to rest and not help after having such a day, i’d had extra hands. but she insisted, saying she had already committed to helping me, and there was no question that she would follow through.

summer ‘21: the class that made us understand how inseparable we are. jacob mason macklin was teaching a painting class at woodbine and we had to hear what he had to say about painting. this was the first time in our friendship we routinely saw each other: once a week, for three hours, staring at each other and mixing the colors of the other’s topography. it was a delight to come to know her features more closely through jake’s process. the class lasted 8 weeks and, after it ended, we didnt see each other for two months. it was mutual agony and we realized we very simply had to start seeing each other far more consistently

her poor old laptop that only turned on if plugged in and immediately reached sauna temperatures

bouncing around nyc together. never have i met someone so willing to do anything with me. who Gets it like We? this one in the middle is her in the reflection of a broken tv we saw on the side of the street. we were late to where we were going having been so interested in the texture of the glass