I'm still riding the feeling of Jamaica. My trip there gave me intense insight in to roots grown culture, Rastafarian life. It's simple or is it? Beat the ground and come out with something that changes the world. Roots grown power from the people, pulled out of the soul with music.
On Youtube, I watched a few interviews with Bob Marley. I was stunned at the depth of his fight. The similarities between Buddhism and the ideas of the Rasta’s. Revolutionaries.
I draw power from ideas like these. I want to fight, to change what is going on in the world. I cannot travel and just climb. I look in to the eyes of the people that walk by me on the streets and see life. Human bodies moving, in flowing art like paint brushes on the sidewalks. Painted in reality. Sculpted in flesh and painted with time. Picasso painted during the fascist era, bombs dropping, people dying. His life was art and a true reflection of the realities that he faced. My art, I don’t know yet still trying to figure out if it’s the Cobra tools hanging on my bedroom door or the camera on the dresser. Either way, It’s all or nothing from here on out.
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