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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Selling Myself Into Slavery

     When I make up a title for a blog entry, it's like spinning a wheel of titles in my head, and I pick what pops up.  In this case tonight, I spun it a couple of times, and 'Selling Myself Into Slavery' has been a recent theme for me so that is what the wheel landed on.  Plus, it made me laugh when I said it out loud, so I knew that was the one.
     So what is all this hubbub about selling myself into slavery?  Well, that is what a job is basically.  They own your ass.  I've worked lots of jobs over my life, and that is basically how I feel.  So, if they own my ass, they had better pay for it, or else I won't work for them.
     A lot of jobs I've worked hasn't been worth the ass-owning.

     Anyway, I really could use a job, but even that isn't necessarily true.  I just need the money, so I can continue with my art and video making.

     The reality of selling paintings has pretty much dawned on me.  It ain't going to happen for me.  There hasn't been much point in painting recently, because all that is going to happen is the painting will sit around and collect dust.
 
     At least with video making, people watch my videos.  With my art, no one sees that.  Even if I make a video of my art, not many people care enough to watch it.  But I will keep trying.  I just have had more ideas for Clone Wars videos recently than art videos.

     I haven't written on this blog much lately, because I don't think anybody reads this, so I don't know what the point of it all is, except I do enjoy writing.  So, I will keep writing from time to time.
 
     I write in my head when I am not writing.
     I draw in my head when I am not drawing.  In this case, when I am in yoga class, I draw the bodies and forms in my mind.  Then I try to remember what I drew, to put it on paper later.  I have mixed results, but sometimes I get the shapes and poses pretty good.  I would rather draw from a live model, but those have been in short supply lately, so I do what I can in public places, where every body is moving or walking.  It is good practice.  I like having drawing people as a basis for my art.  Each person is a story.

     So today, I made a crapload of videos for youtube, and put them up.  With the entire Sony gaming network down because their database was hacked into, I've solaced myself with facebook games.  I got caught up with a lot of those.

     The book I am reading currently is 'Conan The Barbarian' the original stories by Robert E. Howard.  I've never read the original stories before, and I am enjoying his writing.
     I guess the literary establishment doesn't approve of sword and sorcery, scantily clad big buxomed women, large snakes, blood, and decapitations, but that is too fucking bad.  I'm enjoying the book.  What the fuck am I going to do, read 'Bright Lights, Big City' about a guy who does a lot of cocaine?  Fuck the literary establishment, they don't know everything.  If Conan saves his kingdom by defeating the beast from the depths, he deserves to plow his cock between the ass cheeks of a pliable red-head or scantily clad blonde as far as I am concerned.  It's just words on paper, and people fuck every day any how, so I don't see what the big fucking deal is.

     As I get older, I am beginning to see some forces at work I didn't notice or care about before.  I see who is in power, and who makes money, and who gets to make the decisions.  I see advertising with its' heavy sexual themes.  No body says a word about the imagery or themes there.  A lot of it is sexual in nature, paid for by companies and corporations, and placed in areas where kids are.  But that is okay.

     So, they finally got Osama Bin Laden.  I wonder what took them so long?

     I'm tired of them calling the U.S.A. by the easier to say 'America'.  Mexico and Canada are America, too.  So are Brazil, Peru, Argentina, and Equador.  The way they use the word 'America' in the media is political, and pulls on people's deep-rooted heart strings.  I don't fall for it much. 

     I've seen a lot of political shenanigans in my life time.  Not much has changed.  I expect to see bullshit in politics for the rest of my life.
     W. Bush got away with it all.  He sure did fool a lot of people.  Pulled the blanket over people's heads, and created fear, so people couldn't see.

     It's all just one big circus.  A con job by the people in power over the populace.  Must be nice to be in the Harvard or Yale club, and laugh all the way to the bank.

     So, what I am is an artist, but for what I do, there are zero jobs for.  I either have to be one hell of an entrepreneur, or buckle down, and sell my soul so I can get a paycheck.

     I am not a fan of doing other people's bitch work, but it may turn out that way for me.

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