I may have made it out this time.
F'real.
I'm painting for income and loving, loving, loving it. I have absolutely no emotional attachment to it. I can come home with a clean conscience. I am not prepared to fight to the seeping marrow for my "painting ideals." I am free...
I am free to cook, to bake in the ways I believe are right and true. Free to feed people--all people, not just the few who can afford it--as I believe they should be fed: with love.
So, fuck you, commercial kitchen! I hope I don't cross your path for a good, long while.
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2 comments:
well, good! Fuck that kitchen, fuck it right in the ear.
Whatcha paintin'?
Adam
painting private houses and businesses and stuff. at least the work continually changes. :)
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