I'm not sure I ever want to make money from my art, or try to hustle it, or use it so badly as that. Art has another purpose in my life. Since I can't help but draw and paint I'll keep doing it, sure! but art is no Career. That would cheapen it.
I did this painting for therapy and I'll share it with you. That's proof of my own generosity. I hope maybe it will help another person out there who is feeling ripped up and caged the same way as I do. I don't want to make a dime off my art, I just want to get through each ugly day. Making art affords me a chance to set my mind on something less ugly.
We are trying to start a revolution but have forgotten how to stand up for ourselves. We forget that YES we are born free, live free, and die free. We are all trying to get by. Find love. Find the next meal and a place to sleep safely. We are no more than animals. Look at how we treat animals - is it no wonder we treat each other so poorly? I am an animal. A ferocious one. A feral one. And one that wants to rip out her own heart and eat it.
It may sustain me another day.
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