I write poetry, I paint, I draw, I do a lot with resin (clocks, mosaics with beads and jewelry), I have created over 35 nft collections because I’m good at it. I have a stack of drawings that I eventually painted that sit in a cabinet. I am an artist.
Hopefully, I will not end up like one of the great artists of our time who were called crazy and robbed blind. Hmmmmmm wait?
My art is pain manifested. It has to go somewhere. Some of it is quick and unfinished and eventually thrown away. A lot of it hangs on walls in the houses of people who hurt me. Some is breathtaking & so beautiful I just want to stare at it. Some is in boxes in my garage covered in dust. I am grateful for all of it. That to me is better than projecting onto others. I should reap the benefits of my own pain though. (My intellectual property/royalties) That is HOW.
