They say a picture worth a thousands words. Raise that to e^100 for a painting. Specifically this wonderful piece above, by a Timothy Power Wilson of Maine. http://www.timothypowerswilson.com
Great guy met him on a handful of times and can’t find a negative thing to say about him.
So why then have I boldly proclaimed a “Burn Utica Down to the ground” wish. Especially, one that would materially impact the already malnourished artists of the world?
First, the starving artist cliché isn’t such so much a knock on the bohemian crowd as once thought. They actually have an air of confidence about it. You see they’re survivors, practicing and honing a craft. To that, I can not deny and in so much quietly applaud.
However, very much concurrent to Michael Scott’s declaration of a broken heart in Season 4, Episode 6 “Branch Wars”, I too am broken-hearted. Broken hearted by the system that allows middle-women to stand a top of throne, mere morals, those not initiated into the hallowed halls of the academy’s of Art.
Nevertheless, I try to err on the side of realism. Grounded and hit hard on occasion by the cold, vapid, harshness that involves those fickle matters of the heart. There will always be fat cats and starving dogs. The sihren calls all those who listen to salughter.
Another Timothy Powers Wilson Painting.
Opposites do attract. I just keep in mind a man’s heart was broken on the following occasions below far worse than any Art dilettante could.
1637, 1797, 1819, 1837, 1857, 1884, 1901, 1907, 1929, 1937, 1974, 1987, 1992, 1997, 2000, & 2007.
She certainly tired though.
‘Que Sera, Sera’
The problem is that I still care. And I want that painting!
And as for Bitcoin. That will take care of its self.