What have you been up to?
Me? Painting… mostly.
As the world spins I paint.
Tag: photos
The little city
Love is the breeze as it whispers secrets to you about yourself and the world.
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
The town
It’s really a beautiful place. The edges are rusty and sun kissed. Home.
All parts of one whole.
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
Always making
Sumi ink is an act of love. I kinda hate the smell but love the end result. Layers and everything. Slowly building the worlds.
Painter Files Podcast ep. 93 Life in the lights
Painter files podcast jpeg – Painter Files Podcast
Óla Gente, A quick reminder that this Winter season is hard and you are not alone. I love you and we will get through this together. Help is available
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
1-800-273-8255
Busy weeks, always. I never know what each week gives me.
I used to love only watching sad movies. It was thing I would do to find my mood to create. As my twenties ended it came as less of a need to survive. The Polar bear needs the iceberg but the whale only needs the ocean. I got better at my craft and stopped looking outward. The whole process is a winding road of a hellscape. 🙂
My body is getting older and with that I feel the pain of my youth. Every time I should have broken and my body flexed is felt getting up from chairs. Horrible truth of the reverse of invincibility.
I hate baths. I only take them when the pain is so bad it’s hard to breath. The worst … human soup.
With Fall comes rain and with rain comes pain in bones.
Push past and the pain and create.
Life has a scary reality that comes with mortality.
continue on dreamers.
til next time,
Jaws
A day out
Working really hard
I found myself digging deep to finish this painting. I’m around 75% done. It is an enjoyable idea.
Free the little birds
All done.
Very happy with this one.
A universe of moments and clarity is this thing. Like the moon it is a bison in the distance. Not sure what it is made of. Could be cotton? Only the silliest imaginary beast imaginable. A cotton ball with a cow face.
These things are the clouds in the sky distancing the roof from being fixed but also the world the roof exists in.
Something simple but golden like a piano.
Painter thoughts
Óla my Galeras,
I’ve been thinking deeply since the virus hit. Making crazy art and trying to finish crazy art. The madness is strong. It’s the time available to spur my minds second thoughts. Madness.
The key parts I have understood in my process are to not take the inches as miles. The small moves are never noticed until you make 100 moves. So you have time to play around with colors and patterns and shapes. The love is in the details.
I keep playing with the idea of writing an art/ color/ texture philosophy book.
And it would all come together from my mind into the book. Maybe it’ll be a lot of things together kind of like me. A mixture of cultures and ideas. A cake of makings.
What do you think?
