I’m a poet, a pirate, an orator and an ogre. I love the idea of bad people doing good things, and I’ve been told I “use too much color”. The world is a colorful place. No other place uses all of them, but the world does.
I get called a liberal and a redneck in the same paragraph. I’m told I am homophobic by one group and gay by another, and if I were I’d keep em guessing. My gay redneck freinds dont care.
I get told i both use too much paint and leave too much canvas. Funny thing is, it’s my painting of my thoughts- you cant have em. 😉
I believe our working class deserves beautiful things. Art does not belong to the uber riche. I take care of my people. My art is for them- the “unwashed masses”. I’ve little use for the rich. Big talkers, greedy fuckers.
So- for my family of working class heros, I adjust my prices. I appreciate the shit you have to endure at work so your kids have food and shoes and beds and schools. On your way out the door on your way to a job that doesnt appreciate your efforts, take a second and absorb the colors, touch a brush stroke. Hakuna Matata. 🙂
Notes from the Underground. 