Once upon a time, a long, long time ago…People bought & sold art. I can remember before the Great Recession, I made thousands selling my art. After the Great Recession, I made $250, for the whole year. I still had people calling me for donations. I did a few, but then I realized it was me who was giving the donations. Yes, I have the paint already, the brushes, the paper. I did not have matt board or framework to hold my art tight. During all of our poor, sucky, Great Recessioned lives (except for the ones that still had money, why didn’t you buy some bloody art) I painted this money tree. It no longer grows money. A few penny colored tinfoil is it’s foliage. The brown bark fell off, revealing the stocks & bonds section from newspapers. This was my world for a while, but you can only have bad luck so long as its intermixed with good. This year, I may paint again, I don’t know where I’m going to put it. But I’m not giving it away, I’d rather hang it in the garage. Thank God for Photography, if you have an eye for it, I take pictures of families, or their pets. People believe those are investments. They are investments into a past, when they were young and beautiful. (Or “OMG, when did I get so Fat???”) So I will be a photographer, but someday when the arts are worth investing in, I’d rather be a painter. Painting gives you ways to change the world (rather then document it) in anyway you please, allows us to become LIKE God in very small way, he was the greatest creator of all time.
Someone should write a song about picking pennies off a paper tree-its all a mystery to me…why we judge those who have more money then me. I suppose I don’t want my life to look that shitty tree.