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ink eyes and murders

September 21, 2018September 21, 2018 jawara318Leave a comment

Rum in my blood
rum in my stomach
rum in the nude
hot
awake
midnight

Social media is the devil. It creeps.

Old eyes watch and whisper questions.
I am a closed eye of inks. No need for histories as the future is of paint and canvas the grows bigger than the skies. The sun is not the friend of the moon and murders I hang out with love the Moon. They dance bare skinked in the face of bonfires. Sweet and hungry for lusts of creativity.

My coffee cups miss the taste of Rum.

inks in eyes and coco butter kisses

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Makers madness

September 20, 2018 jawara318Leave a comment

Building and making nonstop and taking vitamins. And a murder.

deep night makings

September 19, 2018 jawara318Leave a comment

Favorite part of making is when it hits you, you feel no pain.

Little littles

September 13, 2018 jawara318Leave a comment

Óla!

August 7, 2018 jawara318Leave a comment

This was one of the better paintings I have done this year and I hope you enjoy it too.

e ái? (what’s up?)

August 5, 2018 jawara318Leave a comment

Hope you are all well and shiny.

Been painting and doing always.

A fish a glass

July 29, 2018 jawara318Leave a comment

I’m fine and making deeply again.

So much muchness is on the way.

The hell with not being real. Art has this heart to it and if you can’t hear the heartbeat then I will see you on the other side. Paint requires me and inks but not those who can’t feel the strokes. Too long ago I stopped hearing the sound. I was deaf to my hands and canvas. It calls for all these colors and forms and now I hear the ringing and I’m going into the studio to bathe in it. Freedom is blinding and scary but if the shark gets me then I died doing what I love. To the anger … I can swim forever, can you?

walking in paint

July 25, 2018July 25, 2018 jawara318Leave a comment

I find myself working back to my prime. Getting sick feels like a fight to reach “normal.”

The art plans are a coming.

Big

festive

ones.

A week in the ink

July 22, 2018July 22, 2018 jawara318Leave a comment

I found myself sick all week. Thus no posts. Thank you for waiting for me to pop up again. My mind had these ideas of making more colors dance in this one. I was just going to put it away but then I remembered how much I used to paint in acrylics. I want to find that energy in watercolors and ink.