Mickey Mouse #streetart #wheatpasted #graffiti #meatpacking (at Chelsea Nyc)

Mickey Mouse #streetart #wheatpasted #graffiti #meatpacking (at Chelsea Nyc)

Perhaps signs from up above are providing me with all the answers but I have chosen ignorance.

Perhaps signs from up above are providing me with all the answers but I have chosen ignorance.

ghostco:

This is the first drawing I started and completed, let alone just plain drew for myself in a very very long time. I guess maybe I did learn a thing or two over the past few months.
And as shitty and heartbreaking as this summer was, it was the first summer that I can ever remember actually treating like summer. I spent time outside. I went to barbecues. I walked home drunk in the summer air. I wore shorts (!!!). I bought shoes that weren’t dress shoes or boots so I could actually leave my house in shorts (!!! X2). I made new friends, and met beautiful unattainable women. I watched the sun rise and the sun set. I watched people fall in love and out of love. I watched storms grow on the horizon and got caught in the rain more times than I can count.
And really, I feel like I came out of it worse for wear. More embittered and apathetic than I had started the summer. I think the motto for this summer was “I’ve been through worse.” And really, that’s a pretty shitty summer motto.
So I guess this drawing is kind of an ode to what could have been this summer. An ode to beautiful women, and twin-pops, and nail polish, and azure skies, and laying awake at night in sweaty sheets. An ode to all of the things I am tired of turning my back on.
This fall’s motto? “Life is short. Draw babes. Die happy.”

ghostco:

This is the first drawing I started and completed, let alone just plain drew for myself in a very very long time. I guess maybe I did learn a thing or two over the past few months.

And as shitty and heartbreaking as this summer was, it was the first summer that I can ever remember actually treating like summer. I spent time outside. I went to barbecues. I walked home drunk in the summer air. I wore shorts (!!!). I bought shoes that weren’t dress shoes or boots so I could actually leave my house in shorts (!!! X2). I made new friends, and met beautiful unattainable women. I watched the sun rise and the sun set. I watched people fall in love and out of love. I watched storms grow on the horizon and got caught in the rain more times than I can count.

And really, I feel like I came out of it worse for wear. More embittered and apathetic than I had started the summer. I think the motto for this summer was “I’ve been through worse.” And really, that’s a pretty shitty summer motto.

So I guess this drawing is kind of an ode to what could have been this summer. An ode to beautiful women, and twin-pops, and nail polish, and azure skies, and laying awake at night in sweaty sheets. An ode to all of the things I am tired of turning my back on.

This fall’s motto? “Life is short. Draw babes. Die happy.”

Colorful Canvases by Maya Hayuk
Caroline Williamson, design-milk.com
When not keep­ing busy as a mural­ist, pho­tog­ra­ph­er, print­mak­er, and musi­cian, the New York-based artist Maya Hayuk cre­ates paint­ings that include col­or­ful palettes and wild pat­terns. This group of work was recent­ly on dis­play at…

photographer, printmaker, and musician, based from New York. Artist Maya Hayuk

Colorful Canvases by Maya Hayuk
Caroline Williamson, design-milk.com

When not keep­ing busy as a mural­ist, pho­tog­ra­ph­er, print­mak­er, and musi­cian, the New York-based artist Maya Hayuk cre­ates paint­ings that include col­or­ful palettes and wild pat­terns. This group of work was recent­ly on dis­play at…

photographer, printmaker, and musician, based from New York. Artist Maya Hayuk