Kanye Gold

Tatyana Fazlalizadeh, Oil on canvas, 2010

 

I’m a Kanye West fan.

During the final song at the Glow in the Dark show, I cried.
Like, tears were streaming down my face. Clearly, I’m not ashamed to admit that (even though at the show, when the lights came on, I definitely hid my face from my accompanying friend)!

And I’m not a groupie type. I rarely get geeked over celebs.
My admiration for Kanye is different from all of that. I feel like I relate to him.
He spoke to the crowd during the show saying, “I know ya’ll understand me cuz ya’ll in the very spot I was.”
And it’s true. I feel like I’m painting for my life, man. It’s what I’m good at.
It’s what I desire, what I’m passionate about.
It’s something I have to make work for me because there’s nothing else for me.
I’m an artist.
Kanye worked and hustled his way to where he is now. Even through moments of doubt.
And that’s really what his music is all about. Yeah, he has songs about money and ass but, the majority of his catalog talks about his heart, his dreams, his struggle to make it.
And, that, I understand. I really do.

My Kanye portrait: