PDX Art: "Superflat" by Richard Schemmerer

Superflat or confessions of a truly bad artist

The world is my oyster so what are you doing in it.
Why am I paying respect to the irreverent maybe because I am loser.
I am on a quest not to find something to pay homage to someone but because it’s my nature to explore the shaggy ridges of the social skeletons over and over searching in “the Sculls &Bones” for the secrets of our family to get to its marrow and to suck it out of its holes so nothing gets wasted in this out sized over rated fast paced environment I call “The Rut” or life us it warbles out of sync with its own rules.
I can claim to be a good person that works on his good parts because it’s the only true value I can find that satisfies me.
Besides I am an artist a really bad artist and I carry this guilt around me no not like a badge of dishonor but instead I am proud of my guilt complex for various reasons.
First because it keeps me bound it keeps it real and honest for me because I am always reminded that there is room for improvement in my house of Self.
There have been many bad artists before me who are now famous. Sure most of them are dead and the irony is that guilt only has historical value but not in now time.
My guilt is like a membership to the club of have-nots, wannabemore’s and we are certainly in the majority but I have specialized my guilt even more so that even thou I am part of a majority I still can be unique in my failure.
The years are passing by like trucks with other people’s belongings while I am still harvesting my inadequacies like shriveled oranges from an abandoned grove.
Of course I could take courses study techniques decide on a style and trade in trademarks but what’s the point.
I am not in the business of pleasing so that makes me a big irritant to others who follow the same sprigs on the same ladder to reach the same heaven of fame to die the same artistic death to land in the same mindless hell.
Sure I am pissed mad upset that the world I was born into is a pile of steaming lumpia roles which the God of Denial keeps on pushing under my nose but longtime ago I decided that I don’t deserve this and that revenge was not beneath me and that my revenge would be not to be the average not the amazing not the superior not the subservient but to be a stray ray of hopeless activism the so inclined could follow.
I am the alternative to the alternative never identifiable but always present like a native alien that always lived here but nobody realized it because they were afraid to look in their own mind cave for intelligent life.