“I see so many motivated people in life, but I feel stuck in my day-to-day routine. I’m trying to break out of that—I want to do things, but I can’t find the inspiration. All my friends have gigs, and are going to New York and getting really famous, but I’m stuck here. I don’t want to be like this. I’m always thinking about how much time I have, and how I’m not doing anything with that time. My mom says, ‘The more time you have, the less you do.’ It seems true. It feels like yesterday I was a freshman in college. I don’t know where the time went.”
As a young architect and wanna-be fine artist, I am absolutely mesmerized by artist Jeremy Mann.
The way he instills the somber energy and flow in his cityscapes, bringing them to just the right level of abstraction, makes you feel as though you are there with him in a dream you can’t quite remember clearly.
“I don’t know, man. I have a lot of things on my mind. I went through a life change, and now I’m trying to follow my heart. I have this vision for my life, and I just have to keep convincing myself that I’m on the right track, so I can make it happen. “I’m trying to teach myself how to play the guitar, how to sing, how to write songs, how to speak the language, how to survive on the streets, how to travel, how to be a good person, how not to go crazy…. “Sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy. But then things happen that make sense and they feel like parts of a puzzle. I’ve been experiencing a lot of unusual things lately. A cop gave me five bucks the other day. I got this guitar last night for free. I found this camera in the dumpster two nights ago—and it works. I find things. I’ve been finding all these things that I need. I look like a clown now, but I normally have better clothes, and I don’t think I’ve paid for anything that I own. Somebody’s taking care of me or maybe I’m insane. I can’t explain it. I found this jacket on Hollywood Boulevard—with a pipe of weed. It fits me like it’s made for me. I went to Hollywood because a lot of people told me I should be in movies. I don’t know, but I believe in destiny. Leave it to God or destiny. “I used to work from 7 in the morning till 3-4 the next morning—landscaping, painting, a lot of other things. My family had no money. I suffered. I’ve found myself at times on the street with nothing and nobody to call. Some nights, I woke up with ice on me. Sometimes I worry, but then I stop worrying because I feel that nice people get good things in return. I feel it in my heart, man. I feel that good people are going to get a reward—maybe in this life or maybe in a different life—and bad people are going to pay for all the shit they did. If you’re good to people or you’ve suffered in life, you’re going to get a reward. I feel like one day I’m going to end up in Hollywood, and I’m going to make a few bucks, and I’m going to help a lot of people. I just know it. I know it. “It’s a little scary when you have a certain life and then you look in the mirror and you wonder what happened to that person—he is gone! How is that possible? I’m living my life, but it has changed completely. All the people who were in my life before are no longer in it. My family doesn’t even talk to me because I want to be a musician. Nobody has heard me sing or play music, but I know I can do it.I’ve been doing this for four years trying to prepare myself. I can’t quit now. If I do, I’ll have nothing. I’m nothing. I think I’m getting closer, man.”
“This town has been attracting artists since the late 1800s—many, many artists—thousands. In 1914–1915, it exploded with hundreds of the most famous artists in America: playwrights, poets, and painters. As time went on, money started to squeeze them out. Today, it’s money that operates this town. If you have a lot of money, you build condos and the condos drive out the poor, and the poor are the artists. “This is a country that creates a lot of poor people. You would think it would try to create rich people. But the rich people don’t have enough brains to realize that what they have to do is help the poor get rich. Look at the big fight that’s taking place over minimum wage. You would think that if I were a rich man, and I had millions—billions—I would make sure I paid those people the best wages I can pay them. Why? Because then they will be able to go to school, and they will become capitalists, and I will be able to sell them some of my stuff because they will have the money to buy it. But the rich are too stupid to think of that. They only think of their own greed, and the laws are on their side. They don’t give a shit about the poor bastards at the bottom who have nothing. They don’t realize that the best thing they can do is make sure those people go to college, so they can help the rich get richer. But as long as they stay poor, they don’t do anything for you except serf labor. And serf labor is being replaced by machines anyway. So that’s the stupidity of the rich.”