I’m paint and heart and love.
It all happens in days but feels like moments. The sun sees me and leaves me in the half step of dreaming while awake.
Tag: artist
Loving memory
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.
Star girl
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. Love is my compass.
My hero.
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. 🙂
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.
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