CONSUMERISM consumes me

I have realized that money is a sickness. When I look on the tv and see that the world is at war and millions are being killed in Iran, Gaza and Ukraine. All of it, just so some guys in power can get more money.

When people pay me to do something, I usually end up not enjoying it as much. So, to be paid to make art, would feel like I am no longer making art. I am making content to be consumed. Art is what I am compelled to say. It is messy and it is raw and money would ruin it. It would make me concerned with if it’s good, if the audience likes it. Sorry but I don’t make art for the audience. I make art for myself.

And yet, if someone offered me money to make art I doubt that I would actually say no. Money is a sickness and I don’t know how to cure myself of it. I know certain things enhance it. Social Media is a big one. All instagram is, is people selling themselves and their “lifestyle” to everyone else. Oh I need those pants! Please, I need that lotion. I must look young and thin and cool and unique and richhhhhhhhhh.

Fuck that shit. I am trying to untangle myself from this capitalist bullshit. I DON’T WANT YOUR MONEY!