Painter files – jaws

color

the property possessed by an object of producing different sensations on the eye as a result of the way the object reflects or emits light.”the lights flickered and changed color”synonyms:hue · shade · tint · tone · tinge · cast · tincture

I’ve been painting for so long, I’m trying to get out of calling it “making”. The more I think of it it doesn’t feel like it captures what I do. I met someone a few days ago who called themselves a “maker” and was kind of an ass about it. Just how things go.

The art world has way too much ego in it. I never really get why we are expected to turn our noses up? we work hard to enjoy our talents but I look at it like, it’s imagaination, plus practice and then skill. You could paint like me if you practiced but it would be you coping me and not you making something from with in. It would never feel original until you looked and pulled from inside.

Art is crazy.

links

paypal.me/jawarablake

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

Deep makings

May 8, 2019 jawara318Leave a comment

Wondering around my studio at early mornings.

links

paypal.me/jawarablake

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

Sometimes starwars

May 6, 2019 jawara318Leave a comment

also in the must of working on this Chewie painting, we went to a amazing Hot Pot place. I love it.

who would have thought the best thing in the world would be soup? But honestly it is amazing. I always have found that food makes you want to look into cultures when it touches you.

May 1, 2019 jawara318Leave a comment

Something to be said about fear and fearlessness. They both motivate but in very different ways.

The soul of my brush is fearless but the hands are human. They question the motions. All I can do is giv einto the brush. So many paintings painted up inside me, waiting for a canvas to scream into.

You kind of have to fuck the fear off the hand with paint. I know that sounds insane a little or a lot. Nothing ever gained in my life was because it was given. I walked with wieghts in the water to get here. I fucked up my hands to get here. It just meant more to me than sleep or even madness.

The road to fearless painting is marked on caves inside of scared memories. The passion was and is alwasy there. That why I say “always making”. I make in my sleep , in conversations and even while I eat.