To grasp how important this 10 volume milestone truly is you have to understand that visual components of all things /grievechronic\ began pouring out of me in 2002. The first drafts crawled out of me in December 2003, after holing up in Cabo with a LOT of Malibu Rum to hit that first geterdone.

The first art invasion was in the spring of that year in Soho, taking over a space offered by a man who knew my work as a menswear designer because I’d yanked his best guy for my first shows.

If you had any idea the number of roadblocks, demons bested- the sheer adaptive abilities I nurtured on the fly to get these 1500+ collages out of me bit by bit- The arthead factions that gave me passage and shelter, and murals and galleries to just wild out in making my way to finally finishing these volumes, albums- springboards…

If you understood the mountains and men God himself cast into the sea to get the fuck out of my way when they tried to block this work from ever being finished at times… To watch them become something wholly different over the passage of time… to watch this work actually help people through the often painful catharsis /grievechronic\ triggered in them in my standalone events… & to do so in the works’ own freestanding way, on top of what it did for the GC universe…

These collages underscored to me that real art has a life of its own and it will help who it wants how god has ordained it will.

You NEVER know what someone else is going to see in the work you’re honestly called to do. No cap. You as a real artist has no fucking say in the way what you’ve been entrusted to make hits someone. But your work knows what it’s doing coming out of you, whoever you are.

I would have never asked for what this work kicked up in others, exhibited. Would have never seen myself as possessing the bandwidth to interact in the ways I was called to in trying to make a safe space for patrons who entered my invasions, the best that I Could.

But because of what grievechronic is, was and will forever be… I was wired to bear it, and help them through whatever it kicked up. That was some cosmic foresight shit too. Still surprises me that standing in the gap came as easily as it did.

That’s why I envy no other artist. God only knows what it took to cut that piece out of them. & If I were meant to bear whatever he put them through to get it, I would’ve. We all have our battalions that are entrusted to whatever our dharmic calls are.

You take another’s work and you inherit the demons they boxed with to get it… beasts God never would’ve has otherwise saddled your ass with if you were not being greedy.

Kids make frickin’ fairytales off my crazy assed collages the way I used to call out crazy shit I could see in clouds. I seeent it! Just to fire the mind muscles. Just because they can, and just because they feel like doing it when they look at the work. You have to understand the GIFT that is…

After all these years of writing /grievechronic\ with a heart to viscerally healing the inner children of adults who survived hell on earth…only god would flip the call he put on my ass with all of this into also creating just the kind of brain builder books by default that the times we’re living in [ that mirror the /grievechronic\ dystopia I saw gunning for us all 25 years ago]…needs.

They don’t want these kids to know HOW to imagine…because they do not want them to get out. They want them to be sitting ducks to be fed upon. & the parents need to remember how to imagine too, in order to fully be able to outfit and protect the kids-