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Sent: Wednesday,
October 03, 2007 3:35 AM
Subject: i didnt even realize...
"here's a story about the artwork of mine that you sold.
read it if you
can, or dont if you dont want to... but please forward it to xxxxx and
xxxxx, as it may be of quite some interest to them.............
full circle
isnt it odd how things which may seem insignificant come full circle
in ways you would never expect? some call it karma, some think maybe the
big guy upstairs is playing a joke on them. whatever you think it is, you
cant deny things that come around like this small and
seemingly pointless thing did.
It was around 1996 when i started writing graff. there's alot of
things in my life that seemed to have been leading up to it for a long
time, but it took the right set of friends to really take me out to
the yards and put some paint in my hands so i could get hooked. i was.
over the years, things happened, as things tend to do, and for the
most part everyone who was in the crew ended up doing their own thing in
their own little corners of the world, as i suspect they are still
doing now. the one person who i really kept in touch with the most,
anthony, ended up moving to kansas city. ive gone out there numerous times
to visit him. one visit was when i went to Paint Louis in 2000, one was
this summer for the fourth of july, and there were a couple of other
random times. the visit which is absolutely key to this story took place
during november of 2005. the night before i left KC i ended up staying up
all night and left the next day. i drove in a zombified state, kansas,
until a monstrous blizzard swept the plains and closed down the roads on
all sides of me. i was stuck exactly halfway in between Kansas City and
Denver for 2 whole days before i was finally able to slush my way past
tipping horse trailers and 7 foot snow drifts back to the relative safety
of the rocky mountains. almost home, i decided to take a shortcut on the
toll road. in the midst of my delerium i failed to realize that i didnt
have any change in the car, which is a rare occurrence indeed. i went
through the toll booth anyways and recieved a bill for 3.75, which i was
supposed to mail to them. who the hell is going to mail a check for 3.75?
it didnt seem like much of a pressing issue to me.
in hindsight, maybe i shouldnt have forgotten to mail the check. it
would have been so easy and so cheap to just mail it. but my
forgetfullness overtook me... im convinced that i would forget my own head
if i could. but since i cant quite do that, i have to setlle for
forgetting how such small and insignificant things can come back around.
this small and insignificant thing decided to come back around in the form
of a gigantic late fee. a bill which would have only cost me 3.75 was now
going to cost me 3166% of that amount. what a pain in the ass. its crazy
how these little things seem so insignificant, then come back around.
while i was in kansas city that november, i heard about a show called
"Betting on Our Muses" that was going on out in Los Angeles at the Gallery
Domingo. the deadine was pretty immediate, so i didnt think i would make
it in the show. regardless of this unlikelyhood, i stayed up all night the
night before i came home and drew these 5 drawings. i drove home from KC
to denver that next day with the drawings in the back of my car. it
seemed better to send them and forget about them in L.A. than to just
forget about them in my basement.
but it's crazy how these little things come back around.last week, i
was stressing about paying this hugely inflated toll fee and hoping
that i could some how scratch some money together out of all my
brokeness. i walked in the door and found out that i had a phone
message. the message said that i had sold some of my artwork at a
gallery domingo. gallery what? i didnt think i had ever even heard of this
place, and didnt think there was any way i had any artwork there. but
after a bit of chatting, the voice on the phone jarred my
recolections of this art, and told me to be expecting a check. the
artwork had been bought by xxxx and xxxxx on the 13th of
september, 2007.
i came home about a week later, and thumbing through my mail, prepared to
cut a check for $118.75 to the toll authority. suddenly, out of the corner
of my eye, i spotted a distinctly decorated envelope addressed to me from
the gallery. i opened it, and inside of the envelope was a check for
exactly $118.75.
this may seem insignificant to many, i mean, what does that really
prove? people send away and recieve money all the time, its not so
weird that it was the exact same amount resulting from the exact same
events on the exact same dates 2 years ago. please ignore this tale. do
everything in your ability to put it out of your brain and never look
back, because disregarding and forgetting about this story would be all to
perfect. you never know how these things will come back around."
peace.
Graffiti
Artist/Wise Man
Longmont, CO
10.03.07
"There is point at
which an artist no longer works from the angle of the narcissist, and
begins to do the work of the larger community. Brockman's paintings take
you to a place of calm, kind of a perch by which you can sit and see the
beautiful world. If all the world were on fire, and Brockman had an
easel, you would see the beauty in that fire and the calm in that
storming evening. As a collector of his work, I have seen first hand a
transformation, especially recently where he has found that groove of
selfless effort. I think there is a momentum behind his work, that when
you meet him, and talk with him, is difficult to see. But I do know that
I have stared into those paintings for hours, a few minutes at a time. I
like going back there, it's a relief in a world on fire."
Webmaster/Musician/Artist
Burbank &
Napa Valley, CA
02.25.04
"Thank you so much! I love the piece so
much - there's not enough time in the day and evening to savor it with
my eyes and think about it with my mind. See you soon."
Insurance Underwriter
Glendale, CA
12.03.03
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