I just drove around my city thinking about what all of this means. I couldn’t really figure it out. What does separate what I do from the crowd? What makes it significant? I don’t really care anymore. I do care, but I don’t care to talk someone into liking it or telling them why it’s ‘good’. It’s my life, this is my life. I can’t retell every moment of it again so that you know how it is to be me. I think it’s amazing. I think it’s great. I’m mostly happy that I even get to be this person that I am and that I get to make the art that I do. I use to hate myself and think there was something wrong with me because I wasn’t like everyone else. I thought that there was something about life that everyone else understood except for me. I never knew what I wanted to do with my life. I didn’t ever have a plan. I just lived. I don’t know what it means to be the best or to be great but I do know that I love to make art. There are all kinds of stories or things we hear throughout life, about people who have some kind of special moment where life just makes sense, where everything comes together and it’s great. There are also those stories about how people search and live all different kinds of lifestyles and they come to the conclusion that love is all that matters. I haven’t had my moment and I don’t think I know what love is. We have already heard those stories anyways, so why would I just keep retelling the same story? I want to make my own. Maybe I’m another one of those unknowns who will be lost and buried in history. How many amazing great brilliant people were never discovered? Maybe that’s what I do this for. For the people who were never recognized. And that goes outside of the art real too. There are amazing people who are overlooked every day. If I do have love, it’s what I pour out and spill into my artwork every day. But what’s that worth, a glance and to keep walking? It would make sense, because that’s what I feel like too. I act like I don’t care, but I kind of do. Either way, I’m going to continue to stay true to who I am by allowing myself to be a doorway for creativity to walk through. If that flow of energy is love, then I have that too. And a second glance is pretty much a job well done.
Image 1: A Solemn Gaze
Image 2: No Specific Significance
Image 3: Its Happening Again
Image 4: Smoking Cigarettes In Traffic
Image 5: Away From The Shade