12/21/2025
What a weird year.
My friend called me up randomly one day and asked if I was still painting with coffee. I wanted to respond “oh yeah all the time!” but then I got slapped with reality and the fact that I hadn’t picked up a paintbrush in the past 2 years.
Life got in the way, work, hanging with friends, cooking, adventures and so on. So I took a deep breath and said, “No I haven’t but I’m so glad you called. What’s up?”
She went on to tell me about and how they’re opening a new one down in Tennessee. She asked if I could paint this as a gift for someone. I assured her I would give it my best shot.☕️😉(get it?)
And that’s what I did, countless weeks of planning mentally to somehow see the answers. I don’t know if I was looking for a solution for the shading, wondering how big to make the piece, or the dreadful feeling wondering if “I still got it…”
So, I sat down late one night, after 4 weeks of over thinking the voices in my head. With a cup of coffee, of course. I started. Like I always had. Rolled out the tape, grabbed my favorite markers, found some instant coffee tucked away years ago, and boiled some water.
The pencil hit the paper, the discouraging thoughts quieted, and 10 hours later I was done. I’m super proud of this piece. This is hard for me to say or even feel. I proved to myself that I do still have it and I love the version of me that creates.
So, if you ever want a painting and you’re too afraid to ask… just message me and we’ll figure it out. I feel strongly that art is my gift and I don’t want to sit on my deathbed one day wondering what life would’ve been like if I would’ve made art.
Wish me luck. I’m going all in.❤️
Thank you everyone for the support thus far.
Cheers to 2026☕️
Let’s get Roasted!
- Spencer
