Mindspen Qualms

A wide variety of nullness Dear Client,

Thank you for considering me as your Artist of choice! The initial discussion of any project is FREE. Josephus P.

Will do a rough outline of your cool idea, which includes your suggested concept, references, themes, materials, budget, timeframes and etc. I will be then sending you a draft based our discussion and can do up to 3 revisions. Once we have reached an agreement, 50% down payment will be required to cover the logistical expenses. Normal timeframe will depend on the project and starting date will be

date of the deposit, the other 50% will be after completion. Please see below for the estimated rates per service:

Services: Estimated fee
Designs, Logos, Posters: $100
Portraits / Paintings & Photography $200
(Not more than 4ft/121.92cm/1.2192meters)
Portraits / Paintings / Murals $300
(More than 4ft/121.92cm/1.2192meters)

PS. As an Artist using my own hands, my work will not be a “squared” as a machine’s, so I hope for clients that have personally seen my work and/or know me personally. I'm happy getting paid for my work, but for the most part I want it to be an act of passing it forward. So again, thank you and keep inspiring! Bartin
ARTIST

03/12/2025

The moment when the sun
Tries hard not to set. ,🌄

23/11/2025

I know now that you were right—
that I would never find another love
quite shaped like yours.
Maybe that’s why I shook so hard
in that moment when everything was breaking,
why fear felt like a hand around my ribs.

You made a fool feel like a king,
and I didn’t thank you the way
I should have—not then.
But I carry the crown you gave me
like something I almost earned.

Your memory still slips in,
soft as dust, sharp as glass.
After all these years
it creeps back into my chest,
a strange ache,
a reminder that what once held me
still holds me a little.

I can’t pretend I haven’t tried
to outrun the echo of your touch.
But gratitude is a quiet thing—
it sits beside the regret,
it doesn’t argue,
it just stays.

And in the stillness
I can admit it:
I am, in some small way,
still arrested
by your caresses—
not trapped,
just marked
by what was once
so fiercely given.