It's so wildly easy to go astray when all the world is aligned against nuance, depth and anything requiring focus.

Like growing as a person. or, hell, even growing as an artist.

How did we get here?

Here being: Where "Artists" work for likes. Where everyone is playing on the same terms, most of which are limiting terms--such as, no nudity, must be compelling at 3" in size, must be-Lord forgive me-Advertising friendly. Must compel immediate engagement, lest no engagement should follow or worse still engagement be lost entirely.

Here being: Artists working for mega tech companies to lure half bored but well trained viewers to sit through endless scrolls of ads.

that's here.

How'd I ever end up here.

We all want to think we're mavericks or trailblazers and I'm suddenly self conscious about my words but I do buck at the slightest feel of mis-applied control. it's reactive and not actually something I'm proud of. Also, fwiw, not a great way to avoid tickets where a cop might've had some latitude …