last night i dreamt i had the ability to communicate with stars at night. they would form shapes when they had something to say (different shapes meant different things). i would look up to the sky and ask them questions, and they would blink or flicker to respond to me too. it was like we would converse in morse code or something. it was awesome, i felt like they were my friends.
the response to my first showing last night was absolutely amazing. people whom i never thought would show up, came to see my work. people i didn’t even know knew about the event, came to see my work. people i haven’t spoken to in years, came to see my work. strangers i’ve never met in person but know about me through social media, came to see my work. i didn’t really know how to react.
many things transpired last night. to list a few:
1. i learned that despite what i would’ve guessed prior, me having a non-sexual, intellectual conversation with a beautiful full-blown naked woman isn’t entirely outside the realm of possibility.
2. i helped my sister perform a couple of her songs in front of a crowd of people, completely impromptu… and it was incredible.
3. i learned that staring at an oil & water light show is something i can seriously do for hours on end.
4. it was cool to see that no matter your style or what “scene” you’re a part of, everyone will have an amazing time as long as there’s copious amount of creativity, love, alcohol, and drugs in the air.
5. there were many talented artists showing, ranging a variety of styles and mediums. at different times throughout the night, i overheard strangers calling my work “incredible”, and some even said my work was their favorite out of all of the art shown. this was very surreal for me because some of the other art being shown was INSANE. at one point, i saw a guy standing in front of my work with his arms crossed and i approached him. i told him that i “know the guy who did these”, and that “i think he’s a complete ass who knows nothing about art”. the guy stopped me and called me crazy. that my themes and use of color alone are “ridiculous” and that it “resonated with him”. he then asked “how do you know Robert Chong?”… i had to walk away.
despite my at-times unwarranted braggadocios attitude, i often struggle with insecurity. it’s hard y’know, baring it all and finally putting your money where your mouth is in front of the world. suffice it to say last night humbled me beyond words and essentially validated years of preparation for me. this was it. this was finally what i’ve been working towards. there were no more excuses, nothing i could hide behind. it was all finally there; a moment in time that was exactly what it needed to be, when it needed to be, that culminated into something i could only describe as a pure love more potent than any drug i could ever take. the vibes, the atmosphere, the people, the music, the energy, and yes even the heat… i was, and still am, on a high.
thank you all for your support.
creativity is like a bottle that fills up more and more as time passes, and the only way for me to empty it is by doing things to express myself… otherwise the bottle’ll explode and i’ll lose my fucking mind. i suppose i’m glad about it, since it lets me create beautiful things where a lot of people can’t, but rest assured it’s just as much a curse as it is a gift.
art is simply an extension of the human ego.
anyone who says differently is fooling themselves.