Art will survive

You can say no. That’s the uplevel.

I love saying no. I don’t like this. I don’t like that. I don’t really like anything besides my little things that I pick.

Saying no when everybody is doing something is how you become powerful. No, I’m not becoming a succubus for power. 

When I molded my identity - it was around the pursuits of the greats. Writers, philosophers, engineers, and artists. That’s why it’s unshakable. A lot of them were poor most of their lives. Only at their old age, did they finally gain recognition. But that recognition was eternal.

When you’re walking in the city, it’s like a Zara commercial. You feel hollow and forgotten. But I looked up and saw a painting in the window, “The woman with the pearl earrings”. And just like that, it met me somewhere and took me somewhere. Two flights up where nobody looks. 

I was sitting in Union Square and saw Nike sneakers around an old fashioned lamp, where nobody looks. 

I’m so grateful that I’m an artist. I don’t need anything else. It consumes me, my search for wisdom. I feel fulfilled again by my pursuits. By the book I’ve written and all the people I have touched deeply at work. I hope to keep going like this. Everything else is hollow. I hope to bring people out of that chatter and mindlessness to that space where your vision zones in and you truly see. 

I thought I was weird and crazy - which isn’t far from the truth. But it’s ok. What are we supposed to do with ourselves?. Go on pills and stop creating. What are we supposed to do? Destroy ourselves because we’re not demonic puppets.

I survived, because I played the rebel well. My art survived because I used war to feed it.

I’m 500x happier than I thought I would be and I have nothing. Well, not much more than I had before. And I’m so happy. I’m happy to find my desk organized and face creams. I’m happy to plan my day and go to the gym, the park, and my shrine. I’m happy to cook perfect meals and sit outside. 

You’re not fighting for a stock ticker. You’re fighting for your spirit. To keep your spirit alive until death is the greatest pursuit. And you may have lost it. You may have fallen into hopelessness and heartbrokenness. Nobody shows that. Even in our “vulnerability” and “authenticity”; nobody shows that.

They don’t show the men at the strip clubs and the girls hiding from the world. They don’t show the hustle. They’re starting to do that again. The algorithm has shifted.

I noticed it. I feel it when I’m scrolling. People actually care about the work they create. The wisdom is coming back. They tried to delete it from the collective consciousness. 

How can you delete something that God provides?

It came back full force as always. I’m enjoying the swing again. I don’t get too wrapped up in it; that’s my gift. 

I know everything will circle around and things will be perfect. 

We’re transcending that swing. That swing is collective emotional manipulation. 

Lose everything you’ve got. Obey an overlord. Ask for more. Subvert yourself. Gain something back. Feel miserable.

Miss me on all of that.

I’d prefer to live this way. Wealthy men love me because of that. I’m like an annoying, shiny angel girl. My job is to show you the way out. And I’m really good at it. 

Would you follow something that’s dark or something that’s golden?

I don’t really understand all of my dimensions either. It’s become so mystical and amazing. And I’ve been waiting for this my whole life. Yes, it’s real. 

When I was first discovering all of this - it was taboo and deemed insane. They did a lot of programming and marketing to gaslight people into thinking that. 

I never thought I was insane. I thought I was brilliant. I put myself in this little art film of self discovery at the right time. 

I see a huge transformation in society. Look at my tiktok feed - it’s more mystical than me. Look at the wellness industry. Look at how the younger generations date and create meaningful connections. I see them walking around Soho with baggy pants just holding on to each other. We fixed them. We fixed them!

You can sit and talk to them for hours with their free ideas. They’re not as depressed, because they don’t feel like they’re missing out. 

If you want to understand repression, talk to a Russian or a Chinese person. They blocked us from everything we loved and we still discovered it. 

I feel that I’m doing a good job at preserving art and wisdom. It was so painful to break the barrier at first. Nobody cared. Everything was meaningless. Fashion school was like an Instagram feed, totally lifeless. 

I was so bored. Teachers were intelligent and intuitive. I always got that feeling. But, I was in a different generation. 

We made something that counts and we live our values everyday. The cosmic, spiritual stuff arrives naturally. Baseline has been reached.

The upper end of Gen Z, my generation, struggled the most. We were tasked with transitioning everything to a higher power grid. We had no support. They tried to take our souls and many of the girls went. I was happy to look under the fold and see a generation of technologically advanced and emotionally mature humans, with resilience and mental strength.

I tried to give them everything I didn’t have. I put all my energy into it, every single day. I tried to feed the algorithm with depth, wisdom, and art. We have made real progress. The algorithm is the collective mind. And it’s looking very good now. 

They tried to financially push all this edited, compressed nonsense. But we fought back and won!

I’m so proud of all the healers and artists out there. Your work is so meaningful and you are literally healing people’s minds every day with the ideas you put out there.

I knew my art would outlive me - so that's where I put all of my energy.

LS