Tag: ink
a artist, a father,a worker, a dying man,a painter and husband……I am still happy most of those things. You have to put all of your self into what you do for it to mean something. Jaws Blake had to become fully one thing at a time even if that meant failing a lot. Failure is not the end of things but the best part of finally becoming a master of your own frustrations.
big deals and stuff
So much of all these bits and pieces I paint I try to feel parts of me in. The lines are my mind’s footprints. 
going to try to make toys again.
I ran into some old Japanese toys I always wanted but could never have so I went out and grabbed 10lbs of clay. I’m excited and my mind is running with ways to make a statue/ figure that I can make like theirs but with my style. I figure I will if I love them ….sell them at shows.
I keep thinking something like this but for one of these
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Plus I really want to make a bunch of toys. I have always dreamed of being a vinyl toy maker.
feeling the ink
I have had this year where I felt like I needed to hold back but I forgot that passion makes good art no matter what it is.
So much of me is tired of not being 100%
Crown of fingers
I’m really proud of how this turned out. It feels right.
Melli e um sonhador
Dreamers are the best. They see past all the shallow words and images they just feel. Painting is dreaming on a canvas.
Deep in the mind soup
- I am a painter. I always have been for as long as I can remember. My parents were always really supportive of my paint. Not always on my subject matter but completely on my passion. I remember being in high school and being told to “be a machenic so I could make money.” My mom told me “to be an artist” because I loved it so I did. I took breaks in my life but I have always comeback to it and it has done me well.
My cat dances in the kitchen randomly as i make these videos. She gets bored in the mist of them and starts to talk so I stop randomly to check on her. It makes the creative parts wilder. 
Honey and whiskey painting
my instagram
Come check my Instagram. I post everyday. Lots of art and little bits of my life.
So much of me is images rather then my words typed. I feel paint are more my words then how I fala.
Pintor de Marte
Parts of me wishes I only spoke Portuguese. It feels like when I’m not painting I am lost somedays. Everything inspires me and I want to run to my easel. I feel like I need to just focus more and I’m not slowing down much at all so it is a strange and silly minded idea. All the things are dancing in my mind like fire. Jay e um pintor….
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