When one is an Artist
Let me now explain my journey into this unprovoked industry, as I began my tour from adolescents. Surrounded by graffiti writer's from New York and northern New Jersey, at the Martin Luther King houses.
We never referred to our living areas as projects. Due to the fact they were originally designed to be town houses. All of which meant, to be from (K.G.) Kings Gardens, you had to be good at something. Art was everywhere poetry, breaking, number running and fashion encircled our daily lives, at that moment I hadn't a clue that my environment was making me into who I was, and had been aspiring to become, In short my works are
animated unorthodoxed writings, designed exclusively for the home, office or alternative listeners.
A bit of poetry
When one is an artist, his or her life is filled with hardships, sadness and bitterness. A happiness only one can profill their lives with. A never ending willingness to cope with struggling. Whilst listening to the underground heard stomachs rumbling looked into the lost and found. That's where the real talent is.
Wanna cure Alzheimer's start puffing Cannabis, but when you hear voices that don't mean you're psycho. It only means your psycho when you hear voices echo. I've been puffing dogshit since I was a kid. Walk into someone else's shoes too see how unfortunate life is. A never ending willingness to keep on surviving. Whilst someone stands outside working the night shift, with a lucky dip in their hand hoping they might hit. Then one day they might quit.
Chances are quite slim, ticket might not win. A never ending willingness to stop it from happening. Whilst at the off license, try it again! Ain't the art world something if health can't fix, being successful and sick "dat don't mix" soon get bored of being sick. Me and my attention deficit, going to make, a go for it because when I dream I can't see shit.
Stefan Romeo / Hds Signature