“I don’t think about art when I’m working, I try to think about life.”
I think about you ever so often, wondering what your life would of been like, if you were still here. Would you still be an artist, or maybe a writer? Your thinking was too advance, to ever be put into a corner. I draw inspiration from your work, your unique style, choice of music, and your thinking, capabilities. What I love most about you, is your unspoken truth. Your ability to define who you were, on your own terms. You crawled before you were able to run. Knew from the beginning, what you were destined to be, and didn’t allow anyone to make you do, differently. You’ve opened up so many doors, and through your journey, you never forgot your humble beginnings. You weren’t silent, through the injustices of our people and you displayed that through your unconventional locs, interviews and your artwork. I always wonder why the best, die young. I almost wish someone had saved you, but they turned their backs, instead. Forgotten about the human being, and labeled you a victim of your own fame.
I wish you were here to see how times have changed. Passion has been replaced by greed. Talent has been replaced by popularity. The struggle has been replaced by the overnight success. Your work have been plagiarized to the point where you’ve been replaced, by them. Copyright, doesn’t allow you to take the passion with you, and so I see a lot of blank canvases, with no real emotion in them. Words with no meaning. Color with no vibrancy, behind it.
I met you at the lowest time in my life. Feeling worthless and uninspired. Your life and the journey, in which you pursued, inspired me to do the unthinkable. You inspired me to be brave in my work. To be outspoken in my beliefs. To be true to my character. You inspired me to be greater than I ever thought possible, because that is who you were.
Long live SAMO