Mango ₿ee 🥭🐝

A wise voice once whispered through the ether: “The world needs more art, mangi.” So I pour colour into being, scribble breath onto page and canvas, trusting each wild stroke carries its own quiet compass, seeking the soul it was always meant to find. This time the wandering hues arrived at @matt____mclean open hands, a soft collision of pigment and gaze, one destined meeting among countless possibilitys. I hold no originals anymore. They have all slipped away, sold into new lives, raffled into laughter, gifted like pollen on spring wind, faithful to the old truth: the world needs more art. There is a strange, bright ache in it all. this gentle accomplishment of letting go. I want the pieces to outlive these hands, to pulse quietly in rooms I’ll never enter or enter. to colour someone’s CHOOSE DAY. to steady a heart when the days turn heavy. My currency is joy-spilled ink, vibrant, fruity, furiously detailed banknotes printed straight from the orchard of my mind. Whoever cradles them next, cherish the small riot they hold. Guard them like embers. And should the hour come to pass them on, know this: you have carried a fragment of a possible forever, a living share in someone’s stubborn dream, perhaps for you, perhaps for the children who will ask, “Who painted this wild joy?” You supported the art. The art remembers. And it returns the favour in colours only the soul can spend.

"king of fruit" - Acrylic, inks, pastel Sold on 2/11/2023

The mirrored chappys When there are enough similarities yet growthful space for differences... Open to commissions, prints and selling the OG, reach out. I hope your well

Soulrise 2 hit differently

Never discourage your roots Cry when u feel it, it shows your alive

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A bubbly spark ignites mind, heart, and spirit lift, like sunlight breaking through the longest winter shift. I see myself at last, not fractured, not in doubt, but whole, enough, with charm that blooms and ripples out. Years of mirrors lied, whispering I was less, until last year the quiet truth began to dress in softer light: my fruitful way, my loud race, a 30 year old body wearing my own face. Mindset first, mental health the steady ground, laps around the sun until the old fears drowned. Acknowledgment no longer felt like ego’s crown, but humble soil where quiet confidence is found. I’m proud of who I’ve grown to be, inside and skin, compassion in my chest, gratitude within. The man I am now carries maps of every bend, ready to launch toward the places I intend. Not perfect nor have i ever wished to chase that hollow dream, just real, just here, letting inner rivers stream. All that heavy lifting in my twenties’ storm, was only clearing space so joy could take its form. I’m allowing fun at last, the kind I long denied, silly golden geese beside me, wings spread wide. Moments caught in photographs, a future gift for me. proof I chose my days with laughter and with peace. Grateful for the hands that held, the voices near and far, family, friends who cheered beneath each wishing star. At the close of chosen days, I want to make them proud, my mum, my circle, and this man who stands unbowed. The journey stretches on, far from its ending line, but oh, these outcomes shine, and so does this heart of mine. Photographs are by tal & @manoesagniez Thankyou for capturing these moments in time PS. This online journey, I have done my absolute best to upload authenticity. I am very aware the world is not all sunshine and rainbows. Its hard, its treatourous and very very challenging. I choose continuously show up in my light, in my passion and my realness. I have had many many years of looming darkness. I have fought myself continuously over the years. But its about darn time its lightened up. I am choosing to dance with this. And I think you should too

What if it actually works out? Your gonna make it! You need you, we need you, I need you. Choose your days - Lead em

Years stacked like river stones until the lens no longer flinched me. Camera’s cold eye met mine and I learned to stand inside it. not always grinning, sometimes despair pooling in the jaw, sometimes disappointment wearing my brow like smoke, All of it invited. All of it witnessed. Self-love was never the chase for flawless skin or the mirror’s polite applause. It was quieter, a long, stubborn agreement to let the man staring back stay exactly as he is. Age has turned the glass kind; I catch my father’s silhouette moving behind my own eyes. My brother carries no echo of it, my sister wears a different map. but me? I wear him plain across the bone. I do not hide the inheritance. I claim it. I bow to it. I raise a quiet glass to it. I am a different strain of mutt, Aboriginal heat and Irish coal braided in the blood, two old fires refusing to gutter out. Both scarred by ancestral weather, both stitched with cultural grief, both still learning how to roar without apology. The Bee line, small wings beating against centuries of heavier names. Every step is dedication, to become the steady man I once needed standing at my shoulder, to carve myself into the kind of father a child could run toward, not from. If no small feet ever arrive, to know I still showed up fierce and full for the boy I was, for the boy I am, for the friends who stayed, for the blood that flows on. Whether the little tatta tots come laughing or the house stays quiet, this work remains the same; to face the lens, any lens, and let every honest expression live. No perfection required. Only presence. Only the long, unbroken yes to whoever I turn out to be. Happy CHOOSE day Do it for you, do it for them, do it for the plot

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2026, let the "cringe" out Why? Makes me giggle

Reminder you aint alone Funny times equates to funny choices Just out here vibn Like, repost, send to your golden geese, join my channel