Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving.
i want work that is a relentless oasis.
eyes that commit. that is what I am looking for.
the worst thing that ever happened to the world was the white man coming across gun powder. ββ the end of the world | the beginning of white supremacy
creativity keeps the world alive, yet, everyday we are asked to be ashamed of honoring it, wanting to live our lives as artists. iβve carried the shame of being a βcreativeβ since i came to the planet; have been asked to be something different, more, less my whole life. thank spirit, my wisdom is deeper than my shame, and i listened to who i was. i want to say to all the creatives who have been taught to believe who you are is not enough for this world, taught that a life of art will amount to nothing, know that who we are, and what we do is life. when we create, we are creating the world. remember this, and commit.
if we must both be right. we will lose each other.
