Always making
Planning for recptions is hard but fun.
I took some time off to make for the show with the prints but not really paint. It has been paintful to not live with the brush in my hand. I long for the madness of the ink covering everything.
links to check out
https://www.patreon.com/JawaraBlake
http://jayisapainter.storenvy.com
https://society6.com/jayisapainter
http://www.blurb.com/b/8829360-painter-files
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/painter-files/id1412300309?mt=11
I got asked by one of my best friends “what made you change your style a few years back from Luchadoras to surreal forms?” The hoest answer how so many reasons. Some I’m still figuring out.
It’s so strange to recognize in my sleepy mind why things happened. But I guess that is how looking backwards works? You see past the hurt and the bullshit at some point and that raft floating in the bathtub is truth.
I don’t know as my star rises that I will follow any rules of respectability. I feel like I will make a space to do what ever I want and the show what ever I come up with. I’ll put out books and paintings and paint walls of things I have never come across in my mind until then. I hope you will still be arond in that journey.
the sleeping world happens at all hours.
A link to pick up some of my prints, paintings, and other merchandise.
https://www.patreon.com/JawaraBlake
http://jayisapainter.storenvy.com
https://society6.com/jayisapainter
http://www.blurb.com/b/8829360-painter-files
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/painter-files/id1412300309?mt=11
I find it easier to pull myself outside of my worries on Sundays by being outside at the local farmer’s market. The smells of fresh foods is a pick me up.
This life has plans for me.
And I have plans for it in return.
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.
Cruising in the parts of life where the paint dries.
color
the property possessed by an object of producing different sensations on the eye as a result of the way the object reflects or emits light.”the lights flickered and changed color”synonyms:hue · shade · tint · tone · tinge · cast · tincture
I’ve been painting for so long, I’m trying to get out of calling it “making”. The more I think of it it doesn’t feel like it captures what I do. I met someone a few days ago who called themselves a “maker” and was kind of an ass about it. Just how things go.
The art world has way too much ego in it. I never really get why we are expected to turn our noses up? we work hard to enjoy our talents but I look at it like, it’s imagaination, plus practice and then skill. You could paint like me if you practiced but it would be you coping me and not you making something from with in. It would never feel original until you looked and pulled from inside.
Art is crazy.
links
https://www.patreon.com/JawaraBlake
http://jayisapainter.storenvy.com
https://society6.com/jayisapainter
http://www.blurb.com/b/8829360-painter-files
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/painter-files/id1412300309?mt=11
also in the must of working on this Chewie painting, we went to a amazing Hot Pot place. I love it.
who would have thought the best thing in the world would be soup? But honestly it is amazing. I always have found that food makes you want to look into cultures when it touches you.
Little parts working towards everything. It gets easier the more you get into the work and it is work. 
Links
links
https://www.patreon.com/JawaraBlake
http://jayisapainter.storenvy.com
https://society6.com/jayisapainter
http://www.blurb.com/b/8829360-painter-files
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/painter-files/id1412300309?mt=11
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.
links
https://www.patreon.com/JawaraBlake
http://jayisapainter.storenvy.com
https://society6.com/jayisapainter
http://www.blurb.com/b/8829360-painter-files
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/painter-files/id1412300309?mt=11
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