HERE I AM.
Another day one, as things shift ever constantly, with or without psychic permission, and purview.
I'm as confused as anyone, the current movements of the world.
What to expect in the future, what to expect tomorrow, given where we are at, from what is unfolding +- etc...
And to what is available to me to make change, and to what and how I may be it.
What is my human obligation on the planet, as an artist during a certain kind of revolution. What is it I must do? What does it mean to be a revolutionary, and to have capacity for it, what capacity do I have for it? for Any artist in 2026+?
While the mighty western self pins to the east, and stares off in directions, that don't feel welcome. What does it mean to go another way, as an individual in the western world?
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My brother called me last year during a time period of what I could consider to be a heightened moment of struggles. Trying to find the way as an artist in the world. Creating and surviving from it.
He was essentially asking me, "What is it I'm doing, and trying to do."
I told my brother "I don't know, I think the real purpose of my life is to be in the revolution, as a revolutionary."
He lol'd
He said, "Well then you may want to get a job, because what you should have said is-"
"To be in places like forbes"
"To have art on a billionaires wall"
"To be featured in galleries and media."
And though I do hope to have work in galleries in the future=, the real thing just is deeper-
and It's mostly about how I actually operate, as a human, in reality, coherently. Trusting the vision.
Last year my brother asked me
those questions.
and by just trusting the vision.
since then I was featured online in Forbes for a pizza box I made locally in KC. A pizza box with a message.
Since that phone call I have had art be purchased by a billionaire's wife, to be in a billionaires home.
And as a revolutionary I was able to share a message with another billionaire.
It sort of felt like being able to deliver a payload into the heart of the worlds elite.
Like Luke in the deathstar.
To what its detonation may be, is TBD.
But
As an artist I have privilege.
and Life has unfolded along this journey in a way that most proves it.
And everyday I ask to be of service into it, for it, and to use it with as much care as I can.
I have abused it before in my life, and may I never fully fall prey to what would rather hollywood than hallelujah.
I have felt many tings, been inspired to do many things, had ideas to create many things, so sure of the tings I was to create mon, and lately I feel like so much has been left to never be made manifest,
and to what will be? as I find myself 11 years into this journey, that feels like its just getting started in many ways.
Like a Bali wood film when the credits roll at a time like 45 minutes in already.
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and though I am feeling squeezed lately, its only because I am no longer comfortable being able to withdraw or not engage in the quality of things that want my attention to be created- as an artist, in the world and not of it, if so demanding.
Courage is being scared shitless bro, but you dare fourth, and I have moved through so many perspectives over the past decade- being sifted into a concentrate that just plainly has faith in god at this point.
I feel I have so much talent and potential , and fear like anyone who feels that, I will never quite figure out how to achieve or put it together. But no matter what, I feel called to endure.
to not be Unrewarded Genius.
To express and to figure it out
what is necessary for me to create it.
So many different ways and routines and struggles over this decade
And yet I am here
Fulfilling the pursuit of my life most definitely!
- and though my death cookies feel Costco -
I stand on the pillar built by the human artist before me, I stand on the pursuit of that which brought me into this life.
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of the dream.
What no governments can give, but to god only incarnate us with the answer, the dancers cadence, the swift motion and the wisdom still etched in the stones that built our worlds together.
Like a Cathedral
A multi-generational project.
May it never be extinguished-
May it never crumble, may I continue to march in directions that face the great aim, and ovation to life and its purpose.
No excuses.
As Sofia DeL Pilar puts it.
May I Stand on business.
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Last blog I wrote about what it means to be flown out to Miami because of poetry and my passion.
It's a few days in my life when my entire reality surrounding me, is because of free styling words with people I just meet. Using their names to rhyme and share something positive and intimate.
I write these poems for members of the audience inside the theater at a cabaret show, located at a very nice hotel near south beach.
This past experience, a few weeks ago on Valentine's day. I walked up to a very well known billionaire's table as if he was just another man at Stone Canyon Pizza, my stepfathers legendary spot in downtown Parkville, MO, where I once served at a time period most rewarding in its humility.
I learned how to be someone who can dance without needing booze.
I learned to treat everyone as an ordinary person.
I learned how to show up.
And on valentines day, 2026, as a revolutionary
"Jeff, may your heart be open and let love poor out of it until there is nothing left."
- LOVESPAC3
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