Ever since I got that rejection letter, it’s just been sticking in my mind, and like digging in my craw, and like ruined in a lot of stuff for me, so I talked to some friends. We are great artist, and they told me “just let it go move on man and happens all the time to all of us.” It’s not important. What’s not for one person doesn’t mean anything , find the the right people. It’s back on the horse.
It had been a time. I didn’t get the gallery show this week. I’m not happy about it but I promise to be honest with you. I feel like I’m a bad fit for most galleries these days. They are going back to respectability politics and I don’t want to be a part of that. I want to always be the artist that fights for justice and is proud of his black and brown roots. That’s not for everyone and that is their problem not mine. To all the wonderful people out there who have bought my art, thank you. The rest of you will find something you can’t live with out from me and put up in your house at some point. I’ve been to the future and seen it.
So this week in shorts…
I’ve been working on my writing too. I think I want more of it in my books.
This week as been hard, I’ll be honest with you. The internet has changed this year. People are crueler then they have been in a while. I Ty to stay in a good mindset. Read a lot of books and listen to a lot of music but it gets to me because I’m human. Art is a battlefield of the mind. The most reasonable thing I’ve ever thought of my life has been that no one can be meaner than me, than I’ve been to myself inside of my head about my heart. So, although that does not stop people from there to say mean things, and act certain ways you can’t be worse than me. No one’s gonna do me worst of me. Ironically, I am my most gifted asset, and my most fear in me at the same time. But it’s ok.
We live for the moment, where we prove our disclaimers to be false.
Today, randomly someone told me, I was the worst time to stay over, so and I generally laugh in their face because what criticism can someone uncreative gift to someone who creates entire worlds. I see universes in specs of dust that I create intricate characters with my mind, and you scroll with your thumb and write me comments without showing your face. We are not the same..