Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: Painter Files podcast episode 59 -tune of cats https://anchor.fm/jawara-blake/episodes/Painter-Files-podcast-episode-59–tune-of-cats-e3eaf6
The thing about growing as a person is you only really see it after it happens a year later mostly. I feel in my new year of life I’m learning a lot more about control of my inner thoughts. I’m stopping from just arguing about the simple bits, “just keep making kiddo.”
My journey into the dark started with colors. The dark I speak of is my mind. Painter has this quality to it that lets you make what ever you can dream up; so you have to challenge your self to look so deep in yourself that you hit bottom every time. I build pathways to the sea bed back to the surface and then plant seeds for new concepts. It leaves me swollen and scared in a good way. Plant a tree and feed a forest. The roots are strong and powerful but not meant to last longer then a few lifetimes of paintings. Maybe a few hundred paintings and then a new tree has to be planted on top of it. Madness, beautiful madness.
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This life feels like a war. The hero and the villains are just me. It’s silly how many times I kill me in the mornings. I rise back up only to come eye to eye with my true worst enemy and best allies. The word insanity does not cover it. I go left its wrong, I faint right and I’m wrong. So many imperfections and all are madness. All I find true any of it is chaos. The fire melts the paper into ash and then becomes ink and then is the lifeblood of creativity. I don’t know how to win but maybe the win is never the point but the freedom of chaos is.
Be the ink and stain as you go. The marks are the eyelashes of the sleeping face and in the morning they have washed away only to be replaced every night. Pollack had this drunken madness of making like no one else and didn’t care if it lasts past his life. I want to adopt this idea of madness. It feels the heartbeat of truth in my time.
I think I'm going to start an endless war with myself in making. I wonder who will win?
Both will survive or both will die and both can choice the stillness of inaction but I want the fight.
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The places we go when no one is awake. The eyes of the stars are on us.