I don't think anyone thought the concept of Cosplay would have taken off as far as it has flown. Comic-con and there affiliate's have been around for years now and this subculture known as Cosplay tagged along for a wild ride of really fabulous events. Lights, Camera, Action.

It has been one wild show for the many  unemployed denizens of this nation. Each individual that contributes to this traveling circus all have one thing in common, each is an underpaid imitator. Not an innovator.

Innovation is what moves markets. The denizens of this creator community all suffer from a mild identity crisis, each seeking to relate to the uncanny masks they put on to hide from the world that continues to out pace them due to a lack of the imagination. An imagination that made Walt Disney, Marvel, DC, Dark Horse Comics and Pokémon what they are.

It really is a sad circus that I sought to  rise above in the quest of creative, economic, and innovative relevancy; by keeping to what originally drove me in the first place:

To illustrate, deliberate, and raise the expectation of the creative mind and insuring that never would one see a piece of art and think of it as a debased imitation of a theme or plot of another creator. The assurance of outpacing the competition is in my hands and the hands of all of those that follow this thought process.

If someone reads my work or is entertained by the art and have corroborating feelings and desire to pay complements of money into an innovative American process, than I've done my job well. The exception is to have someone come along and say, "Why don't you reproduce what you've already seen, people like paintings of themselves as a Pokémon riding a flaming dragon!?"

I quickly direct them to the next Comic-con/Cosplay resort where the guy that used to caricature for Disney but was laid off because he could not keep his hands off kids, sits, drooling for a moment of your time and when you grow up, after the painful realization that you're no more richer emotionally than you are finically, I will ask you how did you like the Lady Gaga show in Vegas?

That is what happens when you go around imitating artists. Instead of thinking for yourself, you suffer copy right infringements and suffer a feeling of internal molestation. No one was near but you're sure made to feel some pitiful despair. The world of creation is being sucked into the vortex that is considered innovative but after it is dissected is seen as a sad imitating process that sell the same drab productions of the past.

I've had people as of late challenging my 'professionalism,' when it comes to my ideas and art. The notion that they have a right to compare my expression with anyone else's and denounce my standard of professionalism, I have found to be outrageous. I will go to a gallery or see art that was polished, well done and a mode of expression no more advanced that the themes they are surrounded by and the words that erupt a rage and volcanic ash as black as the heart that uttered the words, "Why can't you present your work like that?"

I am mystified by the presumption that artists follow a mechanical code of lines and depth and just with a little study and education my art will be "professional!" I am made to swallow my own bile. If it was not for my bold lines and deep color etched perfection, theatrics and dramatics you would be left with what've believed to be the death of every painter, still life imitator and back to what gave birth to the illustrator in the first place. What spurred on the anthologist to present himself as an artist or worth?

I remake the face of a person, set it to paint and people are moved and I am bored with the monotony. I present them with a world created from my mind and from the feelings associated from a few words or the turn of phrase and they ask why can't I be more, "professional?" I am called a child because of what I enjoy and if I draw flowers the rest of my life, I'd be appreciated?

I gave the world vibrancy and laughter drifting line together to create a story and I'm asked to stop dreaming?

Give them the regurgitated ideas of dead men and I am applauded as a professional. I think of Namco, Square Inc., Nintendo, every American computer programmer and the worlds they created in the name of their art and the video games and how unprofessional a piece of work looked. Every NFL football character had the same plastic look but people were still flocking to buy that plastic expression of moving digits and I think of all the American homes flooded with non-polished art. Posters people have nerve to challenge my style or call me a child because I won't waste my time reproducing something no one will pay for.

I am a child because I won't present fine art. Do you realize what kind of work fine art is worth? $500.00 is the low expectation and that is not equating time and cost of materials. I am disgusted when people that have an appreciation for art and the work it requires speak to me. They are so surprised by how my mind works. How can you produce art so quickly? Then they ask me, why is it not as, "professional," as so and so....Short answer...because I am not so and so.

Because what I find to be beautiful , you find to be eclectic: you enjoy the sonic colors except you want the lines to stand still. I am  sad for you...how your world must be stoic and lifeless.

I am sad for the indivduals that have come to beleive the minds that created Burning Man are any less professional as the minds that created Pokemon; I just don't understand what we've come to deem is 'Professional," what is acceptable? All of it seems to be relative to where you come from and are raised around and my art certainly is not meant for every community and neither are my writings, niether is my poetry. Except none of it should be looked at as any less professional as the next man's. Until my dying day I will fall in love with my individuality. Just wish I could teach others to have this same desire and communicate a healthy respect toward people and how they interact with one aother.

It is crazy to me how people will not showcase their work because it does not follow the models of what has been deemed acceptable. it is not, "accetable table talk," so we would rather not discuss it. You are not professional when you delve into abstract art or speak through allusions.

Do any of you understand the history of Dante; he alone gave you views of heaven that have been called law since the edge of Midevil era and Reason. He gave you the pictorial image of the Rose of Sharon that before hand was consideered sacraliage to even depict with a pencil.

They laughed him to scorn and not a single image of his day was considered, "professional."

Then a lad comes along who sees the world through another lens and perscibes a method of art that is geared to surprise and reinstitue wonder in the field of art; you've laughed him to scorn but just as Dante you will recognize his truth and seek him out; sadly when he is gone: He saw it coming, his friends~talents all hidden away because they were not deemed professional.

This is what destroyed creativity in this country and this is why when I walk into a store in this country I don't see a single thing that relates the American story.

"Oh no he is a Nationalist." oh no he has pride, oh no we can't demand anything of him that he's not willing to give.

I will not give you pokemon; i will not give you pastels of your grandmother, i will not give you family protriats of dead patriachs, I will not give you epitaths of presidents alive or dead. I will not give you Gods or goddesses, mythical creatures to help you escape reality. I will not give you butterflies or blue jays, I won't even give you sex. I will give you the words you've given to the world and with my pen depict the refecltion of how your words look to me.

Oh but that won't sell...who cares?

It seems everyone else is making a buck selling you fantasies, why won't it work for me to sell you illustrated prose in a magazine?

The man that created Flight is an American comics anthology series edited by Kazu Kibuishi>>> Do you believe he cared about what sold, when he gave you his anthologies?

Do you think he cared that everyone around him thought since he was in school he'd never amount to anything?

Do you think he cared when they came to him to buy his work, that some pieces did not reflect professionalism?

So why should I?

People claim that I can be what ever it is I want to be, (They dare not say, "As long as I do what they say). It unnerves them when they can't understand this desire I have for silence~ They don't understand my need to create, to write, to dictate, to dream.

They don't see the worth, but billions are made from dictiation and influential creations.

Burning man grosses thousands and that is after a few advertisments and one stage production. I am not willing to settle for anything less than what I am worth; so that means if your not willing to market what i give you, "ill do it myself."

In the marketing of my art I hope I can inspire; you to sift out of this depressive marsh you've allowed your life to become. In telling people how they will only achieve success through following the methods of those before them. To be respected in this world you have to be like those with money like Trump, Mark Cuban, Oprah, Obama, Tiger Woods.

The bile will not fade as long as I am made to listen to the mouths of unimagintaitve people. The same individuals that blame circumstance, time, life, family, never themselves and ultimatley God for their lack of recognition in this world. If not God it becomes the Devil's falut for influnecing those around them to do the oppostie of what they desire.

I've heard every exuces in the book and never attribute any of this crab symdrone to my world of creation, Instead I just work on Exploding Rose Pestles!