At Some Point

I stopped caring what everyone else wanted me to do with my art. And in some sense I assume a lot of people stopped caring about what I did...mostly because it did not fit into their preconceived ideas, nor did it add to their tribal movement. (Or maybe I just suck!) Clubs are great. We can belong to them, and we can hit people over the head with them. Take your pick, both are exclusionary, discriminatory...the ultimate excuse for cliques. Why am I so bitter today? Man, I need a vacation.

Something different:

Honey, have you seen my plane?
Yes, you left it right by your pants....like you always do!