20×24″ acrylic on canvas.
Other people’s music. Other people’s talking. Other people’s yelling. “Oh, my God.” Over, and over and over and over. Other people’s dogs barking. Other people’s ignoring me. “Listen to me.” “Leave me alone.” “Go away.” “Get over here and pay attention to me.” Too many. Too Close. I can’t stand it. It makes me want to scream. Then I would be someone else’s other people. Too loud. Too angry. Too excited. Too too too human. I tell myself to be silent. I paint. I read. I smoke. I pet the cat. I sleep. I wake. The paint is dry. It is only a painting. Not a scream. Not a cry. Not angry or desperate or sad or depressed or hungry or horny or anything really. Just a bunch of colors. Guess I’ll just call it abstract.