gouache – jaws

May 27, 2019 jawara318Leave a comment

There is a foolishness in fearing creativity. And yet it lives in the hearts and ends of critics. My mom used to joke about me blue period and then my nudes. I remember thinking “she noticed me.” So how that slolwy his clouded as I read reviews of other artists. As I reach new peaks I fear the sunlight but I will climb either way.

I just added a bunch of my new paintings to my online store. Long live the climbers.

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La Gama’s amore

May 23, 2019 jawara318Leave a comment

Of all the paintings I have done in the last few years. i think this one has meant the most to me. It’s small but i put a lot of ideas and plans into it. I learned to be brave again with in it.

links to take some of my work home.

paypal.me/jawarablake if you would like to leave a tip. Anything is wonderful.

https://www.patreon.com/JawaraBlake I have lots of amazing extras here for the cost of almost $12 a year.

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https://society6.com/jayisapainter shirts and extras.

http://www.blurb.com/b/8829360-painter-files for my first art book.

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/painter-files/id1412300309?mt=11 for a digital copy of my art book.

thanks Galeras.

tchau,

Jaws

Little moments in time

May 15, 2019 jawara318Leave a comment

Cruising in the parts of life where the paint dries.

Early morning makings.

May 1, 2019 jawara318Leave a comment

Something to be said about fear and fearlessness. They both motivate but in very different ways.

The soul of my brush is fearless but the hands are human. They question the motions. All I can do is giv einto the brush. So many paintings painted up inside me, waiting for a canvas to scream into.

You kind of have to fuck the fear off the hand with paint. I know that sounds insane a little or a lot. Nothing ever gained in my life was because it was given. I walked with wieghts in the water to get here. I fucked up my hands to get here. It just meant more to me than sleep or even madness.

The road to fearless painting is marked on caves inside of scared memories. The passion was and is alwasy there. That why I say “always making”. I make in my sleep , in conversations and even while I eat.