Trade short term sugar highs for long term soul fuel

If I listen carefully underneath all that orchestrated noise I hear sugar’s siren song, like the call of the Hypno Bat, saying diabetes is great, death is cool, everyone loves a dead artist, that’s when they finally make sure you get famous, right when you’re no longer here to enjoy the financial fruits of your labour, which feels like a pretty bad deal when you say it out loud, like signing a contract where the payout only happens after you’ve left the building permanently. I want to live a long time, I want to see what happens, I want to see the art stack up, the books pile up, the weird ideas mature, even if my amygdala has a deep-seated love affair with sugar.

I want to see the fruits of my labour and speaking of fruits my favourite fruit is the loquat, grown on your own tree in your own backyard, sun-ripened, dirt-under-your-fingernails, birds-eyeing-you suspiciously kind of fruit, which is infinitely superior to any lolly engineered in a fluorescent factory by a system that doesn’t care if you live, die, thrive or implode, as long as you keep chewing. Candy is the poison pill that stands between you and your dreams and yes I do love a lolly and yes I also love a bit of self sabotage, those two things are unfortunately very good friends, but I’m trying to work on that one.

What’s your favorite candy?

Thriving artists don’t die for their art, they live for it, they outlast the systems that want them tired, sick, distracted and broke, they trade short term sugar highs for long term soul fuel, which brings me back to the Hypno Bat, because my NFT Hypno Bat Holiday 3 editions are out there on Zero One, no cavities, no insulin spikes, just strange bat energy and a quiet rebellion against the idea that artists must burn out, rot, and be discovered posthumously. Live long, make art, eat fruit, outlast the machine, and if you absolutely must have candy, at least make it loquat flavoured.