About the meat sack claiming to be not Payton

I’ll explain the meat sack thing later.

I never quite understood what was so wrong with double negatives — you still get the point, right? Well, if it’s not already obvious, I’m not not Payton (okay, maybe it is confusing…)

Where does this whole “not Payton” thing come from? I was sitting on a bus when I was about 19 and spontaneously, a new Instagram username popped in my head. Zuck’s reign was omnipresent enough to enter my subconscious, but not so much that the username had already been taken.

Anyway, I’ve practiced and studied art since before I could remember — my mom (who I love) had me strengthening my fine motor skills as soon as I could hold the paintbrush. As much as I love creating visual art, however, I’ve forged myself a professional path in business, most recently in marketing for AI.

Lucky for me, there are lots of stable jobs out there for right-brained folk. But, a personality survey in business school taught me that my greatest strength is ‘admiration of beauty.’ Well, fuck, where’s that supposed to get me? You can only be so creative with your PowerPoint slide formatting before your manager starts to look at you funny. That’s why I’ve spent a lot of free time making art just for the sake of it, with no real goal in mind.

So why are we here, you ask?

Well, existentially, I have a few theories… maybe we’re here because our spirits entered the meat sack lottery and waited a million years for the chance to win a human body and experience human joy and human pain (and we’re screwing it up in front of a laptop screen for 14 hours per day).

Or maybe, we’re all each other, or at least connected to the same life source through a billion trillion invisible strings, and what we do and say to one another, we’re actually doing and saying to ourselves, in a different meat sack. And you’re here to learn lessons on behalf of that omnipresent life source.

Sorry — were you asking why we’re here, on this website?

I guess I answered your question already. We have one beautiful and precious life. If I can spend it making more art, I’ll die happy. Buy my art, tell your friends about your friend Payton that makes art, commission me to make you art. I ran the numbers (obviously) and if enough people buy my art, maybe I could retire before 60, and my meat sack will thank you.