I've realized I've never wrote here. Not that I should mind, really, who really cares? Every time I make a painting I tell myself: "make it for people to like it," but in the middle, there's something familiar in it. Something familiar that makes me explore and expand and try to remember, and I really mean try, to remember what feeling such image evoked. So there I am, making art for myself. Doubtful if it one day will sell... or at least be displayed for more than five people to see at a time. Getting in big galleries, traveling around, and making big bucks are a plus. And why? Because lets face it, I hate work. Most artist, if not all of them, hate robot-like work. I hate having to show up at my workplace, fully knowing how things will unfold. How busy it will be, how many steaks I'll flip and how many things I'll throw in the microwave. To add to it, the confused looks of co-workers when I make a sketch on a piece of cardboard and stick it somewhere for all to see. For example, a sketches of things that make little sense.
I could write endlessly about them. Well, I could also say they make NO sense at all, but some do little sense, like monkeys in spacesuits. A tea party where forks are soaking in a warm, steamy, cup of water. A race to the top of a mountain, except by the curse of Newton, buildings have a very hard time rolling up.
And where do I end with all of this? With confused looks, smirks, people saying how funny it is, even disregarding me as weird. Which really, makes little sense how people try to make big sense of their existence in every way they can. Drugs, sex, religion, art, you name it.
So at the end of the day, there I sit in my uninspiring apartment in a not so inspiring part of town. Easel in front of me and paint ready to go and I tell myself, let's make it for the masses, for people to like. But half-way through I feel like a hypocrite, and I feel happy, because the piece of pop art that may have explicitly meant something(think of as in reading a sign), turns into a man with a building for a body and a human head. The same figure in such a position as if saying "i'm outta here."