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.”
April 13 2019
My Life Is A Conflict of Interests
March has been a very busy month with selling a couple of paintings, bookings for shows and recording my summer time noodles, I Find Peace In My Garden. At the moment it seems my life has developed a deep conflict within itself, my day job a stark contrast from my real career within the arts. More often than not on my commute to my day job I experience friction and irritation deep within my being. I feel as though I’m wasting eight hours a day on meaningless labour to pay the bills. More often than not I grit my teeth against mind numbing boredom my mind growing dark and hostile against the annoying corporate shoes I have to wear during the day. More often that not I look around me and witness the life being sucked out of my coworkers. At some point they go on autopilot and in a zombie like state watch the clock waiting until 4pm to bolt out the door as fast as their feet can take them. Continue reading “My Life Is A Conflict Of Interests”
feathers of a peacock.
Blue, orange and gold.
Shuffling, preening, sunlight glints, shattering upon my beauty.
Adore me for I know I am beautiful.
Insolent, arrogant and invincible.
In the shadows between my feathers I am haunted.
Hunted by the darkness, it cracks my paint, peals my skin.
Burns my eyes.
My crown tarnishes at its touch, my soul freezes from its breath.
Where ever I run it follows me.
Running through the forest I catch my foot on my pride, the ground rears up to meet my grace.
I feel its weight between my shoulders pressing out my breath, tearing at my feathers. Scattering my paint, my skin and my grace.
It takes my eyes and turns them to the inside.
Hear my screams echo through eternity.
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