It takes a lot to anger me. I am typical a person with a water personality. This person did more than just anger me. I was utterly and deeply offended.
This unsavory character sought me out over a year ago and immediately came at me like he was so in awe with my work. I visited his art gallery in Castleberry hill district during the Art Walk event they had in January. I liked his work and I was even lending a very unjudgemental eye to his "private collection" which he housed in his bedroom....see he thought my friend and I did not pick up on this...but still I gave the benefit of the doubt.
He seemed to be unusually taken with me even though I reminded him of his daughter is about my age might I add....
He insisted that I take off my pieces of artwork - the very artwork he was so interested in...the same artwork he asked me to bring back to his gallery so that he could photographed it...I am cool with networking with other artists...but something about this man did not sit well with me so at the last minute...I declined.
His reply back to me was my first evidence that he was a dark person...he was dissapointed and he was even looking right for me...
Still I said...some other time maybe and let it at that....
3 whole months go by and this man is still not directly saying to me what he wants to...and this is pissing me off by now because he makes such a big deal about being the kind of artist that is free and says whatever he feels. He so liberated he says...
So if he so fucking liberated...why does it takes him 3 whole months to finely say that he only wants to get me naked in his gallery alone so that he can take pictures of me in his bath tub with candlelight and wax and honey...oh yeah fam, this brother was that detailed!
He went on and on about how he been watching my pictures and that I was sensual and he loved the color of my lips...
Sensual?!...I am like what pictures are you looking at and at the time I am beating myself up for the beach photo - which I feel is more artistic than anything...
he picks out the picture of me in my jumper...fully clothes...very innocent - only this man can give a damn about my work - my business, my drawings, my writings...
Y'all he don't give a damn about none of that...he just wants to see my ass.
Even when I should have said something about it when he approached me about the nude photos he wanted me to take...I did not - I even posed back to him the original offer to do something else.
When I did that...he accused me of not truly being an artist. He says that when I stop limiting myself and decide to explore the unknown with him...that he will still be there waiting.
And that kind of attitude is exactly why I do not feel any remorse for exposing Pierre.
I will do it all day long.
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