feeling crabby.

have i been making art?
nah, not really....
welllll,
okay,
actually, maybe just a little, when i have no tattoos at the studio.
what?
when does that ever happen?
infrequently, but occasionally,
when there's a dead zone in the schedule, due to weather,
or the fallout from the weather.
if it's nice all week, that's awesome, at least, to me it is.
but, without the inclemency of ma nature,
the travelers stay home,
and the locals can't prey on their purses and wallets,
which trickles down to me, eventually,
when poor people are too busy being too poor
to waste their money on making sure they stay that way.
ha.
get it?
no?
well,
then you might be poor.
that's cool.
it doesn't have much to do with making art,
except that i only make art like a poor person.
that's right.
i destroyed another 'nother pair of five cent brushes,
making a magic blue moonshell crab appear on a piece of castaway cardboard.
that's my thing.
and when i do my thing,
i really go for broke.
or, if i'm going broke at work,
i invest the least money possible into preparing a picture,
for practical practice in enriching my impoverished palette.
y'feel me?
oh.
i make my own coarse folk art,
with cheaply-made inexpensive items,
and i try to turn straw into gold, or pyrite, at the very least.
i usually end up with leaden hands and graphite poisoning,
but still,
the act is a worthy one, when art is supposedly what i'm earning my keep with.
neighbors-
maybe just check the teleport:

blue-style softshell jauns,
albeit a little bit too burly in body,
and perhaps too lunarized, as well.
uh-oh.
circles are cool, kids.
and crabs are too.
so,
i made this, for you-
and i sure hope you like it.
*
cheap art is for the whole world.
in fact,
it's my favorite.
i need to make so much more.
and i need to let it live out in the wider waking world at large.
if i can find the time,
i'll take that time,
and i'll turn it into something fresh,
and i'll turn it up to eleven,
and eventually, i'll release it into the wild,
for you and me and everyone else to find and enjoy.
or,
at least,
i'll get a chance to feel like i'm getting something done.
i want to do more.
i need to do more.
how can i sleep less?
where can i steal an extra minute from?
i don't want to substitute one act or item for another,
doing less of one thing in order to do another.
that's pure bullsh!t.
i don't ever want to laterally shift along a plane-
i want to move forward.
i want it, i need it, i'm so tired,
and that's what's up;
never quiet, never soft.....