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.

I found my path ad now I run to it.

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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