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The heart and-and the darkness

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The weird bit in my life was I never meant to remind people of Basquiat. It just kind of became a thing people saw in me. I remember in art school I hated that people put us in the same box. I felt it was a little racist at first but the more I educated myself the more I started to understand. We paint from the same place so to speak. The heart and-and the darkness are so opposite. Not a lot of people can think about both and not get stuck in this loop. I guess that is where we meet.

We both hate rules. The outlaw who ends ass up with bunny eared pockets feels more natural than still life paintings of fruit in bowls. I never felt like I wasn’t wasting a surface on potted plaint paintings.

I thankfully have not burned out thanks to my friends at 27. There were some years back when I was burning the candle to the nub. People need people. It’s simple but honest.

By the by,

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as of this moment I have 71 YouTube suscribers and when I reach 100 subscribers I will unlock new features for my channel so I realy hope that happens. I just have this feeling I can do so much once this happens. It will be that wall I can keep tagging and the world will see it. Samo would have made it his by now.

 

So much making

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I’m at this point where the pain is huge but I want to paint more then I want to rest and rub painkiller cream on the fun bits.

This rocking chair is like a base drum. As the beat hits, I am dancing in my blinks Light bulbs are the rhythm as I move in this motion to the cahone.

 

El pintor is greater than stupidity.

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I feel like this is where my heart took me. That is felt the yellow ink in the paper and let it dance in the fibers. It was a freedom dance. I know the roads we walk as painters are long but in the soberness, they are also completely freeing. We are so much more than the brooding. It is a big part of it, don’t get me wrong but not the main part of it.

I realized that I shine because the people around me are so bright. I like to think we are each other’s lifelines. We have to be there for each other. Just know I have your back and hopefully you have mine.

 

All the makings

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I make because I love. lol Sounds like pooping.

 

Inktober

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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.

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Deeper in the inks video

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Ela e’ poderosa (she is strong)

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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

Always making

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Grinding

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So much of me is making at a  nonstop pace. I find peace in the making. It is the silence that grabs me and pulls me to the need for the ink. The ink is my favorite song. Alec is my favorite and only dance partner.

I remember before she met me I was this art refugee in training. I had like a brown belt in being a mess. I would paint until 4 in the morning only to get up at 8 for the day job hated. It was not a life. I don’t think I could keep moving at that pace. She says I was “gray”. I felt gray. The honesty was in the paint and I feel it still is. In the colors and the textures are the marks of life and love.

“intense” was what they called me……

Deep in the inks

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