I have a writing disability.
That means I cannot paint.
I literally, physically
Cannot paint.
So, if there are modern art pieces
That I can actually, feasibly do,
Without any training
With my crippled hand
That cannot draw a straight line
For the life of me,
This is why I’m not an author.
This is why no publisher accepted me.
This is why I cannot make a living.
What is the correlation?
Rather, the causation is that
Poop is patronized
While disciplined artists cannot make a dime.
Rather, you have to be a savant
To make it in the art world
Actually drawing good pieces of art.
Only if you were painting Leonardos at 5
Do you make it in the art world.
If you paint them at 29,
You’re stucked.
High quality
Means just having no discipline.
When a few stars
And a little rainbow
Circle gets to be 125,000 dollars
Like a five year old had painted it
And copies of my work do not sell.
Rather, if they are, Amazon is hiding it from me.
If a five year old had painted a good piece of art
I’ve actually seen it before.
It’s marvelous!
But if I did a finger painting
At five years old,
It shouldn’t be worth the paint that splattered it.
Unless you’re my mother.
But no… good art is not patronized.
Great artists are not given the chance they need
To eat.
Because undisciplined artists
Make a living, while the disciplined among us
Starve.
This is called corruption.
The man who works hard
Gets nothing.
The man who makes a doodle
After sleeping all day
His work is worth 125,000 dollars.
That, or someone is stealing from me.
Or, maybe it’s a little bit of both.
B. K. Neifert 