

Here's something I found and have had on my studio wall for a few years now. Lyn Foulkes has been around the block a few times and is still here. He was born in Yakima Washington , which makes him a neighbor of sorts. I'm not so crazy about his work, but the sentiment here rings true for me.
I began exhibiting at twenty-six
critics thought my work was tough
I got in all the art magazines
museums started buying my stuff.
They made me the belle of the ball
I could do no wrong at all
I won the Paris Biennale
I thought I would never fall.
But I started doing something different
they didn't like that very much
they wanted me to do the same old thing
they thought I was out to lunch.
They wanted me to be consistent
to throw away my heart
They wanted me to be nonresistant
to promote the tradition of art.
I've learned a lot about art
since I was twenty six
Like trusting my own solutions
not worrying about politics
I think I'm pretty sure what makes real art
comes from deep inside
Not flippity-flop to get to the top
or learning to swallow your pride.