Enter into life maimed.
This is a hostile environment for artists.
They want grind, production, grueling rules. You must present a deliverable.
I’m not much in contention because systems need to operate.
Yet I see how we all inadvertently influence each other.
We market the production.
We produce the market.
And where does the artist rest?
We are feeble, selfless, misplaced.
We are outcasts * orators
hurt with oil * watercolor * acrylic.
We categorized it under
“Arts & Entertainment”
“ *** & Recreation”
meaning, “secondary…..later, later, and after.”
But we are threads in this fabric, too!
Raw and unwoven, offensively textured
We come in yellow silk, yarn neon green
And gray from the bass of a humming cello.
Artist need not fight for their place in society.
We already / merely reflect it.