The edge of things. I find all these comments on the edge of things. I keep trying to stay out of the news negatively.
Always making
So my online store has so much stuff in it now. I had a hard time filling it this year because I want it to be full of my work and not fan art even though I know fan art sells. I feel I am great enough of a painter that I can just sell my own work but sometimes when I am tight for cash I sell fan art. So I will do both.
http://jayisapainter.storenvy.com is my online store. Please go check it out and share…..tell everyone!

So much of all these paintings are coming out what feels like moments before my shows next week. I never knew the pressure would push so much work out of me. I can’t imagine all of it can end up at these shows. I don’t have this many frames in my life and t be honest I don’t think I want them after the show. I hope every one comes.
So much of all I do is mixed in with the culture of my surroundings. My neighborhood on the right day is so flavorful. The food smells are almost sexy. There is this food truck across the street from my studio and a Bodega next door.  The languages dance across the streets at stop lights. I love how kind everyone is. It has this 8 fit feel to it from my big bay window. 


Catching up is impossible.
I see all these great storytellers spinning webs. It is beautiful and I worry I’m more visual. So I make my films and my paintings. I hope they are fun or at least pulling you like Cthulu.I feel like causing madness could be fun at first but sucks as the decades go by. Not a great superpower for the long term.
So I have been making like crazy and dancing between art locations.
So much making. All this snow and hot tea….and whiskey in coffee cups.
These brushes live in magical imaginary cannons waiting to attack canvases with the violence of creativity. The best art I have ever made I felt like I was in a fight afterward. My neck hurt and my shoulders hurt and my gums bleed. It took me weeks to feel like I hadn’t been in the hardest fight of my life. I’m addicted to that feeling now. I really find that drug these days. I have to go bigger and crazier to get that high. it is my addiction.
Snow days are kind of perfect to put my body in a grinder of creativity. I have hours to make lines perfect and curve my shoulders in flawless hooks with my ink covered hands holding worn out brushes. I dream of my art table in the middle of a huge room surrounded by nothing so I can twist and move cross a huge heavyweight paper endlessly.
This art show is coming soon in April and I have so much to make and so little time. It will be great and hopefully painful.
,Painter out
Jaws