It’s wild how stuff tends to work out. I’ve known about MEAR ONE for many years. I was introduced to his work while under the employment of an attorney who was a patron of many of his pieces. His canvases hung throughout the walls of the law firm that was my captor for near a decade. That job was one of the most difficult experiences of my life.
It was almost physically painful for me to drag myself out of bed each morning to get dressed and drive the thirty minutes to Beverly Hills three days a week to sit in a storage closet that doubled as an office and pretend to be busy. It wasn’t so much that the job was awful or the boss, it was that I knew I didn’t have a passion for what I was doing. I was just showing up to get a paycheck and when that’s all that you’ve got invested in what you’re doing every day, those days tend to move slow as molasses. In the end I was saved by a Jam Van, and now that van is covered in the art work that lined the law firm that I toiled away inside of for eight years. I’m pretty sure there’s a solid metaphor in there somewhere, I’m just going to leave this here and let you guys connect the dots.