that ain’t me
Clearing out
I’m in a clearing phase. Not collapsing — just cutting noise.
I move fast. Too fast for some. It looks unstable from the outside — but it’s just growth. The pace my work needs to stay alive.
The world wants clarity. Consistency. A clean, linear arc — polished up as professionalism. I’m not playing that game.
There’s no bad boy in art once you’re inside the white walls. Once confirmed, you’re just a good boy after all. Whatever floats your boat. But that ain’t me. Probably not you either.
Some just ride along. That’s fine.
