Hey what’s up kidz!? I don't usually write many journals. Mostly because lately I barely have time to do any art. This journal is just a bit of venting and asking for a bit of help. Welp, Here we go! I recently moved to Houston from Columbus Ohio in search for a better job. I been doing the art thing for a while now, but I haven't been able to find a steady job in the art community. When I lived in Columbus I found an amazing art culture in the city. I was able to make many art friends and although I didn't find a steady art job, I was constantly having shows, painting walls, and assisting to art events with my friends. I was happy but the money struggle wasn't cutting it for me.
I made a decision to move to Houston since my family lives here, and my dad told me about the moneymaking opportunities they have. Sadly none of those opportunities are art related. Long story short, now I'm a oil worker. I work in the oil fields 12 hours a day, 6 days a week, with two days off. I make decent money but this whole thing is killing my soul. I will be 26 in 6 days and I'm afraid of getting old and not having my shit together. The pressure of being a functional human being in the eyes of my parents and society, is just the icing on the huge shit cake I call my life. The isolation that comes with being new in town is not helping my art drive either. So since the Internet is infinite and full of knowledge I ask you guys, Do you know of any art events in Houston? Any spots where breakers and poppers dance or hang out? Any places where they play old school Hip- hop? Any graffiti or street art galleries? Anything? Believe me, any information will be greatly appreciated and will help me get my creativity flowing again. Please help me not jump head first from a sixty-foot tank. Thank you in advance and don't eat Cadmium Yellow paint.
P.s. It doesn't taste as good as the other colors.
Some pics of what Five Pointz use to look like
- Listening to: EdIT
- Reading: uh!?
- Watching: my hands
- Playing: chicken
- Eating: air
- Drinking: thoughts
I see this everyday of my life with little glimpses of hope every now and then. These glimpses of hope are the few people that never fail to prove me wrong. They are passionate, the faithful, the truthful and the hopeful. The people that instead of sleeping, dance, draw, paint or practice their craft because it is the only thing that they truly love. The ones that no matter how bad the situation is, are grateful for what they have regardless of how little it might be. The ones that no matter how much peer pressure pushes they stay true to themselves and to others. And last but certainly not least, the one that doesn't care if the world seem to be against him because he knows that nothing will stop him from accomplishing his goals. I am none of the above because even though i try i feel like i am too human and too easily distracted by things that seriously don't matter. Another reason might be the fact that i feel like I'm a Nazi or something because i cant seem to find anyone else that might think the same. I guess regardless of what i might think the world keeps going around and I am just here for the ride.