Inktober is a game we illustrators play in the month of October. 30 days of ink illustrations.
My first illustration I have chosen to do is, El Santos. He reminds me of my Grandma. We used to watch wrestling together as a kid. She would yell and scream and throw things at the tv. It still lives in my mind as a great past time.
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.
Geez, it’s been, hot man. The temperature has finally broken again so I’m not feeling like I should crawl out of my skin and put it in the freezer anymore. Â My studio boils in the middle of the day and the light blindness is the worst. Alec and I finally got me these curtains that Goose the demon climbs randomly. So I had these beautiful plants next to all my figures (toys) on my window seal but I had to move them because Goose (the cat) flipped them to the ground. Alec had them reset and moved outside. Sometimes I sit around them and wait to feel inspired.
The feelings are from my point of view anyways, is that their calm is a channel. Like a river mouth to my mind’s eye.Â
I’m a painter, a film making , a photographer and illustrator. I never thought I would be all those things at once. I keep trying to find a perfect mix for all at once and to be honest there isn’t one. Jaws Blake is a ball of Plato rolled together. Blues and yellows and reds and purples all mixed up in the best way. My heart lets me know what to focus on at the time. The passion lets me know when I’m done. Â Love is my compass.
My hero.Â
That is how I feel. I tried to be this painter that I read about most of my life and in that I against my brain found happiness.They tell us artist are sad moody people and in some ways we are but we are so much more. The inspiration is about passion and heart.
My coffee mug is full to the rim with ice, coffee and my fears of failure but when i drink it away it’s just a mug  and in me is the chance to make a new beautiful thing. My children are in the thousands and they are of paint and ink. Also I may have forgotten and dipped a paint brush in there. 🙂