Can we start fucking acting like ARTISTS?
Not pigeonhole ourselves as students, corporate ‘yes men’ or blunder-headed work horses who go where you tell them to go.
You are a ARTIST. Do you remember what that means?
art·ist ˈärdəst/
noun.
a person who produces paintings or drawings as a profession or hobby.
synonyms
designer, creator, originator, producer;
old master
“a mural artist”
a person who practices any of the various creative arts, such as a sculptor, novelist, poet, or filmmaker.
a person skilled at a particular task or occupation.
“a surgeon who is an artist with the scalpel”
synonyms
expert, master, maestro, past master, virtuoso, genius;
ART·IST
Anarchist/Contrarian
A person who creates.
Anti-virus to a sickened society.
A person who says fuck it to the corporate bullshit.
A person who doesn’t lay down to be walked on.
A contributor to the hive mind, choosing to warn
others of the Maester Controller.
You are not a student. You are not a worker bee. You are not a pathetic cog to a failing machine, yet you let yourself get stepped on and regreased by any mechanic who picks you up from the garage sale.
Are you afraid of what may happen to you? Are you afraid of your future? Do you know why you’re afraid? You set yourself up to be in the hands of others. You set yourself up to be another person’s decision.
You young adults are so bloody afraid of being a goddamn adult you can’t even be an artist! You’re still the kid who sits in the corner and draws. Be better than that.
Go fucking define yourself. You have a lot to get done.
—brittknee
Flommist Brittknee frequents coffee shops. Her second self, Carla, frequents the workstation. Bleary-eyed. Forehead scrunched. Fumbling through your reality. Marching through our own. Copyright © 2016 Brittknee.
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