I had this problem a few years back, I was in the middle of an amazing season of painting. I made around 300 little paintings a year and everyone loved it but a few people who had to tell me. Sadly I listened and it slowed me down. I changed my subjects a few times trying to find the same synergy and it has come back to me but I had this epiphany that I should just make as I do and stop listening to my outdoor demons.
I ‘m Jãws Blake and I paint for freedoms of the mind. I love the rest of you.
Tudo o que sei é que tenho que fazer como vejo o mundo.
I grew up not in a place but at an age. There wasn’t a crazy amount of time to be just a kid. A none stop fight living in The South. Little curly haired Afro-Latino kids are meat for the grinder. Good people held my hands with tear filled eyes. I’m telling you this not as a sad story but as a warning that this shit stops this generation. Voćes, fala sério? We are here and never going away and so we are you and you us. No one but maybe a few of us chooses to be a place as children. We are luggage for our galera. We live in their shadows. Where the sun hits them we are behind them or to the side. It’s important to know we are all shadows at one time or another. Tigre this is the same life repeated. Un clavo saco otro clavo! Being divided is not the future. Teach art and you teach love. Art has this great part to it because you meet the art before the artists. All the ignorance in the world can’t make you hate the colors of the skies.