I’ve been arguing with myself steadily over the past few months on what it is to be an artist and why I do it. It’s difficult for me to grasp certain ideas and customs in the industry I am in because I don’t want to be another person out there pushing a product on you that you most definitely don’t need but maybe want. Consumer culture is what it is and it’s got me feeling all types of ways, and none of them are really all that great. When it comes down to it we really don’t need much to survive, the rest is what makes us up one by one, culture by culture. I create because it’s what I love to do, it makes my heart beat faster and my face shine a little brighter. We don’t need music, art, or design….but we enjoy it, struggle with it, and it’s what we use to find meaning and definition. So there it is. Don’t buy my art. You can if you want, but only if it makes your face shine a little brighter and your heart beat a little faster.
Here are some (not so great quality) photos I took on my phone last night from a show I went to in Dallas. If you haven’t heard of Noah Gundersen, you should go change that. The entire night was magic.