Makers
Tag: inspiration
Forest of muchness
Much of me loves the night sky and the wonder of everything but the other half feels most alone as the world sleeps. It to me is the role a painter in the world. It’s magical ,and shit all at once. The fall is the hardest I feel. Something about it is just sad in the darkness. Nothing is awake and the last bits that are are packing up to leave for Winter. Gloomy but honest like a shotgun gun in the silence of the open ocean pointed at the moon.
Always making
Painter Files Podcast ep 48
the maker
Sweet like honey in my ears. Slowly leaking into me. Much painting to be made.
This season is my favorite but it is also the bringer of depression. There is something about the cold and orange in the trees that brings so much colors 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
Painter files Art Book 2.0
Parts and parts
always making
A million moments in one night.
Friends of friends of friends of lovers. The empty is the moment the bag hits the floor and the door closes to the night. Hard pressed to see more than the seconds of running, smiling and the little deaths. Teens on Halloween, the parties, the drugs, the troubles and the makeup on banisters. Midsize red and white finger paint on lips and clothings.
Her smirk is the open books that say everything and then nothing all at once. Her costume is the run on sentence of the mind’s eye.
Mars the phenomenal.
Little of me remembers that years smells but the touch of the cold on the tops of my arms is an unshakeable souls shiver. The parts that make all I run into mentally a cliff edge.
Long live the hearts.
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
Making little plans of flowers and giants
Giant moths in my brain
I wonder ponder the rest of the tings that I forgot when I was young. The taste of shyness, the hunger of the dark. Each photo is a late night kiss on the surface of the moon.
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