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A constant
Lives on pages
So much…so muchness 🙂Â
If I was able to pause a moment it time to view again it would be the first time I wanted to do this art book. 10 does not chip away easily. There is nothing weigh less about making an art book. My hopes are that it finds you warmly and beautifully.
Everything in some way just as much as I made the book, the book kinda of made me.
On my best days of the book is how it feels. It should feel like a love song to the page. It should feel like a kiss in the winter.
Falling faster
Falling
Still working
She is really coming along. I love how the painting is exploding outward with ideas.
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 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
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
ink eyes and murders
Rum in my blood
rum in my stomach
rum in the nude
hot
awake
midnight
Social media is the devil. It creeps.
Old eyes watch and whisper questions.
I am a closed eye of inks. No need for histories as the future is of paint and canvas the grows bigger than the skies. The sun is not the friend of the moon and murders I hang out with love the Moon. They dance bare skinked in the face of bonfires. Sweet and hungry for lusts of creativity.
My coffee cups miss the taste of Rum.
inks in eyes and coco butter kisses
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
deep night makings
Favorite part of making is when it hits you, you feel no pain.
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