I had something wierd happen recently. It got me thinking.
See I'm not that assertive when it comes to defending myself, I could care less in most cases that don't involve physical violence, and so I just kind of blow it off. I picked it up from my father...
I have nothing to prove to anyone. And usually those who talk the loudest, have the most to prove. Their catchy lines, and machismo ego the validation of their existence. The "cool guy" in all situations. I usually just let them float their boat, they know I see through their bullshit 90% of the time.
Anyway Mogwa and I are at dinner with this guy that graduated from art school like ten years ago. I worked with the dude. So we're talking, and the subject of Thomas Kinkaid comes up. Now I had this idea about three years ago about working with Thomas Kinkaid prints in my art work. I mentioned it to a few people, and it came up at work.
So at dinner this guy totally fucking starts talking about it like it's his idea. Word for word he's got this shit fucking rehersed. I don't hang out with him often, but I just see him telling this story about "his idea for a new series of collages" over and over again. I mean he'd fucking told it so many times, he didn't even remember where he got it. I didn't even say a word, I just looked at him over my beer with a half smile on my face. About halfway through him repeating my earlier description, he makes eye contact with me and starts to slow down. Mogwa jumps in and say's "That was fucking Heresy's idea man, like three years ago."
OOOOOooooopppppppss caught in a lie.
He changes the subject. Like a deer in fucking headlights he looks down at his fucking beer, and starts talking about MOGWA AND MY FUCKING GOING AWAY PARTY!!!!
I'm fucking pissed at that moment. Thinking: "What you can't fucking wait tell I leave can you, so you can validate your fucking originality by not having us around anymore!!!!"
It's amazing how much the "aura" of an artist overshadows so many actual artists. And how the charismatic artist poser can get credit for so much just by simply sitting in a room and ripping off other peoples ideas.
yea if you can't tell I'm not happy about this. especially cause I know his fucking lines were so rehearsed he forgot who he stole it from. I just pictured him telling all my current friends, his friends I don't know, and so on and so forth about "his" idea.
Basically I lost rights to something I've been saving up to do for some time now to some fucking asshole with a big fucking mouth, and a need for people to validate him.
I can't do the piece now, cause all his friends that pat him on the back, and tell him he's a good artist are going to think that I fucking ripped it off from him.
FUCK HIM, I'M DOING IT ANYWAY!
end of rant
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See I'm not that assertive when it comes to defending myself, I could care less in most cases that don't involve physical violence, and so I just kind of blow it off. I picked it up from my father...
I have nothing to prove to anyone. And usually those who talk the loudest, have the most to prove. Their catchy lines, and machismo ego the validation of their existence. The "cool guy" in all situations. I usually just let them float their boat, they know I see through their bullshit 90% of the time.
Anyway Mogwa and I are at dinner with this guy that graduated from art school like ten years ago. I worked with the dude. So we're talking, and the subject of Thomas Kinkaid comes up. Now I had this idea about three years ago about working with Thomas Kinkaid prints in my art work. I mentioned it to a few people, and it came up at work.
So at dinner this guy totally fucking starts talking about it like it's his idea. Word for word he's got this shit fucking rehersed. I don't hang out with him often, but I just see him telling this story about "his idea for a new series of collages" over and over again. I mean he'd fucking told it so many times, he didn't even remember where he got it. I didn't even say a word, I just looked at him over my beer with a half smile on my face. About halfway through him repeating my earlier description, he makes eye contact with me and starts to slow down. Mogwa jumps in and say's "That was fucking Heresy's idea man, like three years ago."
OOOOOooooopppppppss caught in a lie.
He changes the subject. Like a deer in fucking headlights he looks down at his fucking beer, and starts talking about MOGWA AND MY FUCKING GOING AWAY PARTY!!!!
I'm fucking pissed at that moment. Thinking: "What you can't fucking wait tell I leave can you, so you can validate your fucking originality by not having us around anymore!!!!"
It's amazing how much the "aura" of an artist overshadows so many actual artists. And how the charismatic artist poser can get credit for so much just by simply sitting in a room and ripping off other peoples ideas.
yea if you can't tell I'm not happy about this. especially cause I know his fucking lines were so rehearsed he forgot who he stole it from. I just pictured him telling all my current friends, his friends I don't know, and so on and so forth about "his" idea.
Basically I lost rights to something I've been saving up to do for some time now to some fucking asshole with a big fucking mouth, and a need for people to validate him.
I can't do the piece now, cause all his friends that pat him on the back, and tell him he's a good artist are going to think that I fucking ripped it off from him.
FUCK HIM, I'M DOING IT ANYWAY!
end of rant
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hey, i'm about 2 hours east of NYC, probably the same distace away from where you're moving to. we should make plans to hang out some time after you move.