There are no good or bad artists.
We express ourselves.
We let ourselves go. We don’t judge.
We celebrate the freedom that is ours.
We sing for the life that breathes into us the visceral energy that drives us forward.
We won’t be here for very long.
We break down the barriers. We mustn’t let ourselves be brought down.
The strength within us is stronger than all conditioning.
We live in a crazy society. We are both colonizers and colonized. We are shaped by an oppressive system that diminishes the potential of the human soul. So we take everything that has been given to us, imposed on us, and violently instilled in us, and digest it in the unquenchable fire of our guts. We spit it back out into the world, one artistic expression at a time.
We break our chains, then we help others free themselves as well.
We change the world one action at a time.
What we say, what we do, how we do it, and why we do it is paramount.
The evolution of a race plagued by a spirit of war and division inevitably comes through awareness of our daily actions.
We must not underestimate the impact of our actions.
Kindness will defeat all the tyrants of this world.
Cooperation shall bring our oppressive systems to ashes.
The path is endless.
It is up to us to leave a better world behind when we depart.
It will be up to future generations to carry the torch.
And then, when paradise becomes a reality in the minds and hearts of every being on this planet, another mountain will rise before us. There is no end.
Life flows and expands regardless.
When maturity sinks deep into our bones, working toward a more compassionate, humorous, and authentic world becomes a given.
We must plant trees, knowing full well that we may never get to relax in their shade.
That, to me, is what it means to be an artist.
That, in my view, is what it means to be alive.