Performance at Graffiti Gallery in Winnipeg MB 2017.
At the time I was going by an alias, thinking I was protecting my identity. Then I questioned why the hell would I hide myself from my employer, kind of stupid really. Then I realized I needed to own my identity as an artist and take what may come my way because if it, the good and the bad.
I wrote this poem in the wee hours of the morning before getting ready for work. I was seriously depressed because my day job was a pain in the ass, and robbing me of what precious little time I had in my studio. The feeling of wasting my time at meaningless labour 40 hours a week was beginning to eat away at my sanity. ( I shouldn’t piss and moan due to my full-time job pays for food, clothing and housing but I digress.) Anyhoo I wrote it making a promise to myself that my next full- time job will be in the arts some how in some way.
Since then I have managed to land a few paying gigs, still have the annoying full-time job that allows me to eat 3 meals a day. Needless to say the art job hunt and art submissions continue and who knows what will happen next.
As the old cliché goes, “Can’t win the lottery without a ticket.”