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True story. 2012 I was dealing with this girl named Cassandra Hernandes. She had strict parents. Her dad was "that type". A lot of times when we hung out, she had to make something up and then bring her little brother with her. Cant lie he was a bit of a cockblock but he thought i was cool so i kinda liked him. She always wanted us to take pictures together and me being too cool i always avoided that. Whenever she took them id make her delete it. But we was cool though, i enjoyed her company. But like most bonds tend to, it kinda faded. But we was always on good terms. So a few months go by, its the beginning of 2013 & i just moved to New Jersey. Whenever i was back in Queens i'd hit her up to chill and she would always give me an excuse why she couldnt, like " im at the dentist, or doctor. Long story short she was always giving me reasons why she couldnt, and it was always something medical. So me being me again i got upset and went off on her. And we stopped talking for a few months. Then one day on facebook i see a bunch of people saying Rest In Peace Cassandra. And it turned out that she had passed from a brain tumor and she was in the hospital for months. I was in such denial i acted like it wasnt true even though the proof was there I literally decided in my head that it wasnt true. So much that one day when i came back to Queens i walked pass the local funeral home, and it just happened to be her funeral getting ready to start right then & there. I actually saw her then 10 year old brother walking inside the funeral home with a hat that said "r.i.p cassie" i looked him straight in his face and kept walking like i had never seen him before. I walked like i didnt know her, & didnt even see the funeral getting ready to start. & for that ive always felt guilty. Ive never forgave myself for that. That was by far the shittiest thing ive ever done & i will have to live with that forever. I still think about her here and there to this day. & i had her in mind while painting this picture. Because i feel like i never got what she had to give me, i always feel like she didnt fulfill her purpose in my life. & i had the opportunity to say goodbye and i didnt.
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True story. 2012 I was dealing with this girl named Cassandra Hernandes. She had strict parents. Her dad was "that type". A lot of times when we hung out, she had to make something up and then bring her little brother with her. Cant lie he was a bit of a cockblock but he thought i was cool so i kinda liked him. She always wanted us to take pictures together and me being too cool i always avoided that. Whenever she took them id make her delete it. But we was cool though, i enjoyed her company. But like most bonds tend to, it kinda faded. But we was always on good terms. So a few months go by, its the beginning of 2013 & i just moved to New Jersey. Whenever i was back in Queens i'd hit her up to chill and she would always give me an excuse why she couldnt, like " im at the dentist, or doctor. Long story short she was always giving me reasons why she couldnt, and it was always something medical. So me being me again i got upset and went off on her. And we stopped talking for a few months. Then one day on facebook i see a bunch of people saying Rest In Peace Cassandra. And it turned out that she had passed from a brain tumor and she was in the hospital for months. I was in such denial i acted like it wasnt true even though the proof was there I literally decided in my head that it wasnt true. So much that one day when i came back to Queens i walked pass the local funeral home, and it just happened to be her funeral getting ready to start right then & there. I actually saw her then 10 year old brother walking inside the funeral home with a hat that said "r.i.p cassie" i looked him straight in his face and kept walking like i had never seen him before. I walked like i didnt know her, & didnt even see the funeral getting ready to start. & for that ive always felt guilty. Ive never forgave myself for that. That was by far the shittiest thing ive ever done & i will have to live with that forever. I still think about her here and there to this day. & i had her in mind while painting this picture. Because i feel like i never got what she had to give me, i always feel like she didnt fulfill her purpose in my life. & i had the opportunity to say goodbye and i didnt. This is what that regret looks like, when you go into that dark place & find yourself missing all the people you took for granted. Ive been sorry.
On February 12th artshowcase in Brooklyn. Only $1 to get in. Hooe to see you guys there.
The reality of being a young black man in a world that cant accept you for who you really are.
So when im doing my art. I always have youtube on. I watch interviews about a lot of different things sometimes its bullshit, sometimes its conspiracy theories the list goes on. So the last few days all these videos about why black men choose white women when they become successful kept popping up out of nowhere. And im in Aw. Because as ignorant as the epidemic may seem from the outside looking in. Its one of those things you wont understand unless you experience it. Which i have. Countless times. A lot of times black men, who want a better life than which they were born into, their morals are different than the regular. They just think differently. Which is a good thing, until you meet black women you want who cant come to terms with that. Now NOT ALL black women. But They'll call you lame, corny, a loser and whatever else they can to degrade you for wanting better for yourself & for THEM. That alone is crazy. Its like because you aren't typical or fitting stereotypes, something must be wrong with you. You think you are better than them in their eyes. But that truth is, you ARE better than THAT. NOT THEM. Because to the world we are all the same. To each other we are the regular niggas and then there is the niggas that want to be white. All because you want a better life. This is sad. Its like you can want a better life but you have to do it "the black way". The way they show us on t.v. In my mind I say to myself " what kind of stupid shit is this ?" I need to be a rapper, or play ball, or sell drugs ? I cant just become a really great artist or own a great business ? I see girls bash wannabe rappers daily. But they'll quicker mess with him that a painting ass mufuka who might actually teach you something. I realized, a lot of people dont want to learn anything from someone they consider their equal or lesser than them. This is why they don't respect their boss if he or she looks like them or comes from the same circumstances. Now maybe i really am just lame. Its very possible. After all i dont smoke and i drink once in a blue. But black women treat me like something is wrong with me because im never what they expected me to be. & when i meet a non black woman who really admires me or something that i do. All the things my own kind would call me lame for, If i feel any attraction towards her, to my own kind I BECOME WHATS WRONG WITH US. Aint that some shit. You cant get mad at me for living my truth though. This is what happens. This is reality for a guy like me just being myself in a world that doesnt want me to. But even so, i still have hope you know. Im open to being with any race of woman because love is love. But just know, Black women i always did put you first....... sorry i just had to get that off my chest.
If Olivia can drive from Connecticut to California just to show @theellenshow her art. I think yall can hop on the train or bus or drive with yours from the BX or NJ r CT where ever you think is to far to showcase yours. If you have to fail 100 times you do that. But you dont give up on what you believe in. If you have something good and you want it to be seen you have to be willing to do whatever it takes. Believe in your talent and trust in your struggles. Sending lots of love & positive energy your way. @fiyabomb #artgang
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On October 29th @lamaepaints is hosting an 80s/90s themed party in #Connecticut at #thedirtsalon featuring art and performances by me a bunch of other super cool artist people. Tickets on sale now. Link in bio if you are interested in attending............................... #artgang #fineart #artsy #nyart #streetart #moma #bkmuseum #brooklyn #brooklynmuseum #artcollector #dopeart #dorsettbk #artbasel #scopeartshow #newyorkart #newyorkartgallery #nystreetart #brooklynart #brooklynartist #poetry #brooklynpoets #newyorkartgallery #newyorkart #newyorkartist
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