Something awful happened this week. A block from my home an explosion happened and a few people lost their lives. The country reported on it and the community cried together. This will be a wound on my heart for a long time but the love we have shown is amazing. There were so many donations that they had to give some to other causes. So many people wanted to help it over flowed. I gave so clothing but I just didn’t feel that was enough so I painted as I do what is in my heart. I paint this to celebrate the lives of the people we lost because they are the children and parents of love and amazement.
Category: Painter files
The red bunny
I’m going to make a different video tomorrow. A story will be told. A story of me.
I have never been the story of my life to me. I felt like I was a character but today I become …more.
The journey moves forward.
In the land of jelly fish
I love making these but I would be lying if I said I’m putting off working on my comic. It is my big fear that it will be awful. Not to you but to me. I have played this out so many times in my head that I’m not sure I can live up to it but I’m going to try because you have to least try and rework it until you love your work. Always work to be better.
My teacher taught me to keep working at it and never give up ….so I will even with my fears…..cus…..Fuck Fear!
Dalia a painting
I think in this time of men and women or women and men….depends on how you feel I guess, we are alive on two plains. One of bone and one of digital wires. I am no real difference. I crave the likes and shares like the the rest of you but I don’t want that to change why or how I paint and make short films. I want to learn a lot this year in my craft from other masters and so I have started studying again in classes. It is a huge step in my life to restart but I feel I’m up for it. I never knew there where so many ways to say “I love you” with a brush to a canvas. It feels like I learned a new sex trick. I can’t wait to surprise my wife with this just to see her smile.
With this one I have learned how to better curve my brushes and make the best points for my lines. I love my brushes so this feels so natural to take care of them in the best way.
I hope you enjoy. Also how are you? Are you taking any classes this year or taking on any new projects? I would love to hear about them in the comments.
Th red crows
Grande parte de mim está cansado. (Much of me is tired.)Living as a painter is insane but I yearn for it.As I become more and more into my work I take off my shoes. Creativity feels like making wine, you will be covered up to your knees and it may stain you. It is rich and earthy.
Just letting go to float in the ocean of my mind and let the colors color.
all the pretty things
I just love making art. Its very simple. No magical answer. We are drawn to our passions. We are the pen point of focus and in that I feel at home. The world drafts away and I feel chingon.
My left arm is imaginary
I remember saying years back that silly strange sentence. I can say it in a few languages. It makes less sense in Portuguese.
I can’t tell you how it came out the first time. I was painting and it felt like a Dali quote. Maybe I will be the next Dali.
the pill
I couldn’t sleep last night. It took me what felt like a life time to rest for a minute. It comes in waves. Years back when these moments attacked me I would stand up and paint until i couldn’t do anything but pass out. I’m not sure I will ever be that man again. He was insane and I’m only whiling to find madness it spurts. Art is my meditation and my drug…..plus drugs.
In my life I have been ….
a artist, a father,a worker, a dying man,a painter and husband……I am still happy most of those things. You have to put all of your self into what you do for it to mean something. Jaws Blake had to become fully one thing at a time even if that meant failing a lot. Failure is not the end of things but the best part of finally becoming a master of your own frustrations.
I remember the first time I saw myself as a painter. I was in a famous black professor of art’s studio. He took me under his wing. I’m not sure if he thought of it that way but I was swept up in the magic of the smells of his studio. Charles Rogers changed my life I those moments of simply saying “do you think it is done? Are you sure you feel done? Give me another hour of that painting.” It drove me to madness and in that madness I found my style. Now when I paint I search inside for the madness to lead me. The colors are the wild beast screaming just under me heart and fingers. They are a pipeline to restfulness. I can always tell a “real” painter from a talker of art because that madness is a drug I crave and it leave a look in the eyes. A hunger that needs more then food and sleep and sex. Honestly until my Alec nothing but the madness gave peace and rest. She saved me from me. I have to push my self to the edge of madness with the brush and her heart beat is my anchor.
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