Nothing is Impossible. Never Giving Up, and Following Your Passion. 5 Artists Who Exemplify This.

Do you feel that there is a path you are destined for? Do you have an exceptional talent that you are not fostering because you think it feels impossible to be successful at it? Did you settle for the safe major or job, over what you love, and what feeds you soul? This is quite common. People don’t have enough faith in themselves, or they are told that following a college or career path in what they really want to do is not practical, so they give into the messages and the pressure and follow the “safe path.” They are convinced they would never be able to support themselves or succeed if they followed their true passion, so they don’t nurture their natural abilities and yearning desires, and they close the chapter on allowing themselves to try.

It could be argued that anyone who is willing to give up on that path, are not motivated or driven enough to try and follow it, or they have let others influence the choices they make. Following our dreams is not always easy. We may stumble many times before we walk the straight path, the important thing is to get up each time we fall and keep moving forward. If you love something so much it feels like the air you need to breath, then you owe it to yourself to try, try, and try again, until you succeed. Also, it is important to always remember there are many definitions of success, and you need to decide what yours is. One of the areas that people are most often discouraged from pursuing for practical reasons, is a career in art. To illustrate that you can follow your passion, and live a life of meaning and contentment you have never known, I would like to share the story of 4 artists and a man who lives to be surrounded by creativity. If you don’t know them, I am sure you will want to after you hear their stories.

“I feel in my heart that creating chose me, or that it was embedded in my destiny. I grew up with a creative father, and grandparents who were avid toy collectors. My mind was easily seduced through imagination from these early years. And as I grew older, more self-conscious, and out of place with normal people, I sunk deeper and deeper into a world of imagination. Painting became my escape, and equally my therapy. Through each struggle life has sent my way, painting gave me insight and understanding. I soon realized I couldn't feel normal without painting. It was a necessary outlet to keeping a level head. I could say obsession, but really it feels more like breathing. I am a self-taught artist, so every year I set myself goals for growth. I'm striving towards improvements of my own techniques, and that's a long term/life term road. It's not always easy, but it's a challenge that keeps me hungry for more. I feel blessed to have such luck that supports a full-time art career. Because of this I have met people who are of similar mind and heart. Ultimately that's one of the most important things in life.”

I wanted to be an artist so badly as a little kid, that I would sneak out of my house with art in my pockets and knock on neighbors' doors trying to sell my pieces. I got a lot of dirty looks and "Get a paper route if you want money". But it wasn't really about the money. It was about my dream of being an artist and finding people to accept who I was, so I just kept knocking on doors. I had some years in my life where I gave up on art because people around me were so critical of what I was creating. But eventually my determination landed me my first big art show and launched my art career when I was 21 years old. I've always been just a bit too bold, a bit too foolish, with a big heart full of dreams and possibilities. I always returned to art as a sanctuary and a way to connect with others. There were a lot of times that I wanted to give up. But now I'm doing right by the dreams of that little kid inside me who never gave up, no matter how many times they walked home crying, with unwanted art in their pockets.”

I come from a small town that seemingly falls apart more each year I visit my mother.

I had friends that made art with me but all of them never took it as seriously as I did. I always talked about how we could do something MORE with the creative process no matter what it was. So, at 20 years old sitting at a telemarketing job, making minimum wage, and having a punk oddity shop with my friend at the time. I decided to walk out and just focus on my art full time. I remember everyone saying how stupid I was and how hard it is to make a living as an artist. It's true that it's hard but I was willing to sacrifice steady income with doing what I love.

At first it was making multiple small works of art as well as hand making punk rock patches and 1" pin back buttons. From there I kept setting goals and working towards them. Having my comics published to my toy lines being licensed. Lately I've done things I always dreamed of doing such as creating app and video games. Licensing t-shirts. Working with all kinds of companies in the entertainment industry and arts. Many gallery shows and so on. But it's never about what I've done or the money as most things I do start with just pure sweat equity. Passion being my main driving force and the need to make the World a bit more interesting/ creative inspired for the youth.

Without taking leaps of believing in yourself you may end up in a very unhappy place. Nothing great comes from not putting the efforts and hard work into. So, with all that said, each day I never know what may come my way. I don't even know what I will create but that is what excites me each day and keeps me striving to become something better in the arts, entertainment or just pure being here on Earth.”

Throughout my life, I was somewhat of an outcast born in 1971 one year before the Vietnam war ended and having an immigrant mom from Singapore made me an easy target before I could understand the meanings for it. She has a difficult home life with strict Catholic parents (who both considered religious careers) who fought constantly. At this age, she started to utilize “imagination games” as an escape. Her aunt, opened an Irish pub restaurant and has her and her sister help with the decor and work with taxidermy, a theme you see in her work to this day. Her aunt hired her as an artist at 10, and her path was sealed. She felt it gave her a “sense of purpose.” “For my 13th birthday my parents told me we were going to the wild animal park, however they left me at a Baptist girl home called the victory home for girls which was later shut down by the FBI and labeled a cult only for it to open again in jay Florida where it thrived until five years ago.” All the rights she thought she had were taken away. She was locked in closets, she could have no possessions, she was only allowed pen and paper on Sundays to write inspected letters home. However, she would draw for herself and many other residents, and this seemingly small allowance helped her survive the next two years there.

When she left there, she found herself in her teens, with a 7th grade education, and nowhere to go. She took on fast food jobs, and moved in with a wonderful Puerto Rican Family. She was asked to decorate their daughters Quinceanera, her skill was noticed, which led to being hired by other locals, which then led to window displays, all with intricate details, and all made by hand. She was quickly building her knowledge and reputation, and most importantly, her “self-worth.” She had some personal ups and downs during the next few years, including a brief but violent marriage, and relays that she, “worked at every fast food restaurant you can name.”

This is when she got involved in the music scene. “Doors really started to open for me. Director Fred Schur came to see my band and got a hold of me thorough my fanzine, and asked me if I wanted to intern at his animation studio. It was there that I really cultivated all my skills, I also became the house artist at Trashy lingerie.” Meanwhile she connected with Juxtapoz magazine, “And I was able to show a piece at one of their parties. Greg Escalate, the co-founder, opened his own gallery, Copro Nason, where I had my first three person show. To the surprise of everyone my show sold out. I went on to show with Billy Shire at La luz de Jesus Gallery, and was lucky to have him and Greg as mentors.” She started another band with her current husband, called Miss Derringer and we went onto to tour with Blondie, Reverend Hoton, Heat and Cracker and Girl in a Coma.

I’ve had my ups and downs, and continue to have those, but I really don't know what I would do if I didn't hold onto the belief that I was important because I made art. Whether that is true or not doesn't matter. whether I am good or not doesn't matter. In the end, you are what you believe you are. It is not an easy thing to support yourself with art or to be an artist ,but I have come to believe it’s not something you can choose, it’s a gift you are given, an outlet you can use to escape or to impact others with, through messages or beauty or even just helping make an event special, I never went to art school, I wish I had, and maybe I will, but like the words of Marakimi the great Japanese artist said in japan there is not low brow or highbrow all art. Whether it’s a comic book, an intricately cut broom handle, or a masterpiece, it is looked upon as all being art. There is no division, there is no right or wrong way to make or enjoy art. For me, if I have made one person happy, or was able to share an art tip that will make their journey more enlightened then that is success to me.”

“I’ve always been a bit of an outsider. I don’t think you really define things like this when you’re younger, but I watched my siblings and the people around me and I knew that what I wanted out of life was very different from the typical folks in Springfield, MA. In high school, I was harassed on a regular basis by the police for having long hair. Anything or anyone against the grain was considered unacceptable by most people around me. Music became my solace. When I graduated, I was awarded a full tuition scholarship, because of my grades in advanced math and science classes, I was headed towards a career in the engineering fields. The thought horrified me and instead, enrolled in a local community college. His supportive parents were behind his choices. I chose the college specifically because their guitar teacher was Philip DeFremery, a brilliant former student of Andres Segovia. After community college, I planned to go to the state college where he also taught. In my determination to excel, I tortured my hands though non-stop practice. Eventually I developed carpal tunnel syndrome in both hands due to my relentless practice routine.

I was forced to drop out of school right before taking my juried exams. I saw several doctors and because of my age, they ruled out surgery as an option. Then, I had a freak accident at home and put my right wrist through a window. A glass shard tore into my wrist severing an artery and three branches of my radial nerve. Several nerve surgeries later, I was left with almost no feeling in my right hand. Feeling never came back.” He was in a band and produced an album, but playing was becoming physical torture. “When I realized that my music career was most likely an impossibility, I turned to writing. I had found that creativity, in general, is what made me happy. I started with poetry and short stories. A few of my poems were published and I wrote a few paid articles for reputable and not-so-reputable publications. I eventually wrote and published a 4 issue comic book series, GlueBoy, about a little boy who sniffed glue.” He worked various jobs in the music business and moved to Boston running a chain of music stores for 10 years. “In all that time, I surrounded myself with art and music. The people I loved were all these weird outsiders, too. I grew so dissatisfied, though, with music retail and how it reinforced my belief that most people don’t want anything more than what they have in front of them. I realized that my greatest joy was introducing people to these wonderful things that were just outside the mainstream, musicians, artists, films, anything that wasn’t getting attention from normal outlets. Anytime I could share my love of these things with someone else, it was fulfilling for me. I moved to LA with the sole purpose of opening a store which would only sell things that I was passionate about. The goal was to build a community which celebrated the outsider. I had always collected art, and now I wanted to provide an outlet for artists who weren’t allowed to show in traditional galleries. I wanted this to be the home for these incredibly talented people and figure out a way for us all to inspire and support each other while making a living on our own terms. I found my gallery, Hyaena Gallery, to be a perfect model for what I was trying to create. A lone hyaena, away from its clan, has limited means for survival. Together, however, a group of hyaenas can accomplish a great deal. Even against much larger beasts they can overcome so many obstacles and survive…even thrive. I’ve been doing this for eleven years now, and against all odds we’ve survived. Every day, new people come into the store and are inspired by art that they may not have seen otherwise.

Over the years, we’ve helped launch the careers of some of my favorite artists. Notable standouts would be folks like Jeremy Cross and Clint Carney, who’ve been showing with me since the beginning and are now working full time as artists. Harold Fox was another. Harold was in his 70s and we held his first ever art exhibit several years ago, which lead to many sold out shows for him. Recently, too, we hosted the first ever solo art exhibit for Shawn Vermette. Shawn is remarkable since for the last 25 years he has been a literal artist recluse. He’s never had a cell phone or a computer…never had a job or surfed the Internet. He’s just been creating art in seclusion for decades. His art is mind blowing and the exhibit was one of our most successful shows in years. Because of the show, Shawn was even commissioned to illustrate a children’s book. This is why Hyaena gallery exists. Success is a strange concept to me. Opening Hyaena was the stupidest and best decision I’ve ever made. I walked away from a very comfortable salary, working in Boston. With the gallery, it’s been over a decade of struggle and sacrifice mixed with these genuine moments of bliss, where lives interact and are changed. I guess success for me is freedom. For all of us outsiders, the freedom to shape our own realities is essential. My world is infinitely better for the people that the gallery has brought me into contact with…the artists, lovers, and lovers of art…it’s what keeps me pushing forward.”

I hope these stories have given you pause, to consider your own perceptions of what you are capable of, what success would truly mean to you, and what you might be capable of. These 4 artists and a gallery owner have shown belief in themselves, leaps of faith, and a perseverance that has helped many of them not only survive, but prosper, through circumstances that would have caused many people to throw in the towel. Getting to know them has been a privilege and a joy, as they are not only talented, they are humble, and they are appreciative of every amount of success they have had. They had faith, patience, and an amazing work ethic. They picked themselves up, each time they fell, and they kept going until they got where they are now. Each still has goals, and still believes they have dreams to achieve and skills to be honed. However, they will continue to do that work, and will continue to grow, as they cannot see any other option. If you are not familiar with their work, click the hyperlinks, you should be. Be inspired, be focused, and be brave, you will never regret having made the leap of faith in yourself.

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