Color Inside The Lines Or... How To Fuck Up A Masterpiece
10 x 20”
Acrylic, Canvas Nicholas Conlon, 2019
Nicholas Vs. Instagram. Or Vs. myself in the end. I think I should have stopped. I loved this piece without the black outline... But I love this and this is what I thought immediately afterward....
Hyper realism redefined. Fake hues around bad blues. Color within the lines they said. You’ll be rich they said. A gallery mascot amongst the hills of Echo Park. Caesar Chavez and the DTLA scene. Smog Cutter and the 3rd 4th and 5th streets hidden gems. The origin of dive bars. The better museum in Little Tokyo and the art of Mochi Balls. A large whale painting I still want. An Indian name of a boy from Hyde Park. I can’t paint the same thing and the Gods above clap with the hands I don’t have. I’m recognized and side eyed and I hope the pedestrians don’t think I’m dead. I take the bus just like them. What can they be staring at? I look into a bright puddle to see if I’ve got geraidinar on my chin. I’m Italian. Indian. And they should know I’m Native American. I paint what the fuck I want to paint. Today is a good day to die they say. My muse is a mirror it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a ghost. But I saw an art house movie today. Laurie Simmons', My Art. That’s what I’ve been trying to say. You don’t like my videos but I can’t stand seeing horrible acting in films. I’m gonna win and its only because I don’t have any training. I don't know why I say that... But, I’m coming soon to a theater near you. All the worlds a stage. And all the men and women merely players. I don’t have a hand. But I’m still gonna give you mine. Maybe the crowd knows. Maybe they can all see. It’s me. Vs. Society.
