“The Crawdads in My Mind” contemporary figurative painting
I don’t understand the popular notion of the artist as a “touchy feely” sensitive type. I figure most artists really have to struggle to make enough time to work on their art, and they are usually grumpy if not sociopathic as a result. Lord knows I am. I never have enough time to paint. I have more ideas in a day than I could execute in a month. I feel like I am at war with the whole damn world just trying to make enough time to paint. Sometimes I feel like their is some huge conspiracy between all the telemarketers, the phone company, email, etc. It is absolutely awful how our consumer society nickels-and-dimes our life away with petty distractions. Always they are devising ways to sell us junk we don’t need or charge us more for what we already had.
But the worst thing about it is that you never get to take it out on the low-life marketing types that devised all this crap. Instead, if you’re like me, you suddenly find that you’ve snapped and before you know it you’re yelling at some underpaid customer service rep on the phone, who is usually just a kid or a single working mother who doesn’t deserve any of it.