I wish I had an answer to the young artists on how to exist in the creative process. You vanish kiddos. The parts of you get left in the most beautiful paintings and the light of that shines past you. No one is better then the work they make and no one is worse. It all just life.
links
https://www.patreon.com/JawaraBlake
http://jayisapainter.storenvy.com
https://society6.com/jayisapainter
http://www.blurb.com/b/8829360-painter-files
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/painter-files/id1412300309?mt=11
everything has this weight to it. Nothing is free of its heavy. The light, the moon, you and me. Each motion is force and every pull is friction. There is this feeling that making is the the spark and the spark is endless. Once it gets in motion it never really stops. It creates context that links the world.
