Art is a thing of little consequence…and I have dedicated my life to it. This would be tragic, if it weren’t so funny. As a child I dreamed of changing the world, bringing about world peace, ending racism, empowering women, but instead of pursuing a career that could remake society like president, doctor, or movie maker, I became an artist. Worse yet, I became a painter, which today is equivalent to shipping freight by camel caravan in the age of FedEx. Every day I fantasize about a line of work that would pay better, pay consistently, have more impact on the world, and that wouldn’t cause new acquaintances to look away in embarrassment when I tell them what I do for a living. But everyday I choose to keep being an artist because none of the other choices…satisfy. This choice is completely irrational, but in this blog I attempt to understand, explain, and share why I need this thing so much…and why you should too.
Bloviation Station 