Just the other day, James called me a "blue collar" artist. It's true, he said insistently. Who works the way you do? And maybe it's true. I paint by the hour, I paint commissions, I paint on the cheap, I paint by the people for the people. I haven't exactly made it big by art world standards, or even had a major solo exhibit in a gallery, but in my own little world, i do believe i have made it. I've made it because i don't have to clock in or answer to anyone but myself and my clients, most of whom are friends. Its a good life. And I believe it's the only sustainable way to make it as an artist without "striking gold", so to speak. I mean, you do the math: in this shriveled economy, it's a hell of a lot easier to sell ten paintings at sixty bucks than one at six hundred. And so that's how I roll. I work like anyone else who works. I don't need high prices to inflate my ego. Nope. Because painting is my job, and i'm fast, efficient, creative, and damn good at it. Take today, for instance. I whipped out this little ditty of a commission and then spent the remainder of the day hand-lettering a sign, in the sun with the chirping birds and the sleeping dogs, neighbors and friends stopping by to chat over the fence. Fucking fantastic, i tell you. Fucking fantastic.