jaws318

Hola Galeras,

I am at a point in my life that is madness. Artist on the rise but human up against gentrification. A seed in the dirt for decades growing into vines. From the vines, the city one day stands and at that moment an invasion begins. "Profits over people," like whispers. Moths with lies on their tongues. ( Do moths have tongues?) Little birds who follow me know our current life problems. Life is punches and kicks sometimes.

I wish I could fix life for all of us with paintings and maybe fights. I am losing faith in both. I always believed that if I could show you the most beautiful art in the world I could make you want it more than $100. My faith in that feels died. I don't need anger but maybe my art does? What does that make me?

A fool?

I feel like a fool who is a waste. My goal is so far but I can almost touch it.