Making in the ocean

Being in search of others like you can be a pain in the ass. I’ve had my Youtube channel for around 6 years…but professionally around 3 years. In that time I have met ten People of Color who are also Youtubers. Some of them are overseas. Most are women. It has this oddly invisible feeling about seeing the smallness of our channels. I wish I knew better ways to reach out but in all honesty, I’m not sure how Youtube really works anymore. All the old tricks are being replaced. Metadata doesn’t change how you are searched for that much. People see you first and scroll the past. I’m tempted to change my name on Youtube to a cool nickname because I feel my name Jawara maybe subconsciously is a racist trigger.  I think they see Jawara and think “not one of us.” I get a lot of people will not get that but a few of you who live with eyes wide know there are people in the world who make those choices about the people they surround themselves with. This year has been the year of People of Color dealing with a crippling amount of racism. Some outright and other casual. Casual racism is when someone says something racist but doesn’t think they are racist so it must be ok because it is meant as a joke. Most of the time I choose to let casual racism go because I can’t let my day be fucked up every day waiting in line at Starbucks hearing a loud phone call in line about something awful a person says about a race of people who they don’t think are in the room at the time.

Even if they are not around ….it’s still racist.

You can tell because the people in the room either say “that is racist” or the whole room looks away from you or last everyone shakes their heads looking at you. You might think this is them trying not to laugh with you but no… that is the “I hate having to deal with you” face. It feels like a prison sentence for life. If I react and speak up they provoke a response and then hide behind the protections of the law. Which they are most likely to win because the law is often not on the side of People of Color is history. Martin Luther King Jr. was thought of as an outlaw.

I make paintings. I am not a civil rights leader but I feel their word every day. They spoke those words so we could feel them … all of us.

Vamos pegar um cafe. (Let’s go get coffee). But if we do I need to listen and not spin your own narrative at us. This will never be your chance to teach us about how we live and what we feel. It is not a back and forth conversation. I’m teaching you first aid for People of Color.

be nice to each other

thanks

tchau
Jaws

 

impossible people

Catching up is impossible.

I see all these great storytellers spinning webs. It is beautiful and I worry I’m more visual. So I make my films and my paintings. I hope they are fun or at least pulling you like Cthulu.I feel like causing madness could be fun at first but sucks as the decades go by. Not a great superpower for the long term.

So I have been making like crazy and dancing between art locations.

Next stop …..in

This journey is so deep and in the path I see a goal now. It took me forever it felt but I think I know what I’m going to do now.

I never learned anything the first time.

In my life, I have ignored a lot of life lessons people had given to me at first. As I have gotten older I have to know now to open my mind and ears. Not all voices are good advice from other people. Most advice is less about me than it is about people taking to themselves. Also, sadly lots of the advice people have given me would only work if I was a white dude. People don’t like to admit that what works for white dudes doesn’t work to strive in life for people of color. I’m pointing this out as Afro -Carribean-Latino man in Black history month who is 35. So I have lived for a bit and tried this advice many times and mostly failed. Not to say I have not had little victories. I’m here …doing all these paintings with all my fans worldwide but as look at Jean-Michael Basquiat and see his struggles as a man of color being a maker and I see parallels. I don’t want that life but I wonder how does a man of color makes it big in the art world other than to meet an icon and then climb to equality? Is that even equality? I say, Andy Warhol and people, nod their heads ad I say Basquiat and I get back blank faces. It is disheartening. I think of Baldwin who made it on his own and how much waring he had to do and all I think to do is prep myself for a fight to be heard and seen as an equal.

Bloody fists can be paintbrushes too.

It will be sad to see you go but staying and not seeing is worse.

a shovel and barefoot

I have been making for longer then some of the artist I have met in the last year. I have paintings older then a few of them and their talent blows me away. I’m not in anyway wanting to be the big fish in the small pond. I like finding equals. They push me to be better. Everyne needs the push…if you don’t have a hero…you are not looking hard enough. Drugs show you the inside but never really the outside.

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I guess what I learned this year so fare is the art world is bullshit and the artists are the lessons. Galleries will not give you gifts of inspiration…..flyers for artists website on corkboard are the main vein……keep making kiddos.

the original kiddo

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The best things come in the latest of night. It has this part to it that awakens in the moments when your brain yawns.

I remember painting like this when I was younger. These teeth and tongues were the mainstage a few times.

2068

img_0514I remember ones being afraid of having freckles and hair that wasn’t curly but wasn’t straight either. No one really preps you for being different. Everyone was different but a lot of people never see it that way. As a painter, I watch people and gleam from them their soul in a way.   I see them but at the same time see more of them. The muchness as I call it. It’s like my version of The Getdown.

In the mix

Deep in the depths of the art dungeon. The brushes are my vices. We sit and watch movies together at times.

My coffee cup doesn’t know why I’m awake this early.

The paint called out to me. My cat thinks I should always be awake to hang out with her. We are sleepless soulmates. I can’t tell sometimes if she thinks I am her sidekick against the night sky.

There are these moments when sitting on the floor looking out the glass door to our balcony I thinking she is waxing about the moon. She has this distant contemplative look about her. The good money says she is tracking a leaf blowing on the ground but one can dream, ya?

So busy making and doing. The show is almost here and I have sold a lot of paintings this week somehow. It is beautiful and bewildering.

 

Inspire

This has been one of those years where everything awful has been said over politics. I am done living my life like this anymore. We need to feel like we can make and be anything again. I was always told that good food and amazing music are the vitamins of a healthy soul. So I can feed your stomachs but I can feed your ears. Here is my mix tape just for you this season of beautiful Fall 2017.

I always listen to music when I paint. It takes me to a perfect place to listen to my heart song. I hope these songs find your direction and inspiration.

 

Ela e’ poderosa (she is strong)

It’s hard to not be effected by the news. I’m a 34 year old black man. I am deeply effected by the effects of my people dying everyday via police. You may have your feelings about it and you are welcome to have a calm chat with me in the comments if you want. I painted this for all the mother’s out there who are trying to be strong in the face of a very wild and unsure world.

Art is about giving so many fucks you have to make it into a new thing just to get it out of you and the world sees it raw like a nerve.

Painter out