Say No to FOMO and Yes to FAFO

Before finishing high school after being kicked out of my house, my life started like a race.

I came from nothing, and having been taught no lessons, I grabbed every book on business, science, money, art, and creativity I could get my hands on. You can find me on Goodreads.

I raced from curiosity to curiosity, trying to figure out a plan. 

Some would say focus. I tried that… and almost went crazy.

Some would say fix your habits. I say, “Choose ‘em for a purpose.”

“But, you must achieve.”

“You should have an amount of money that you strive for.”

“Your BRAND, YOUR BRAND… YOUR BRAND!!!”

BORING.

But I did learn something along the way. And it may only work for me. 

Life is about one thing.

Fuck Around and Find Out. 

Because real success is doing whatever the fuck you want, with whomever you want? (Except for hurting people or the environment. Because people have enough pain, and the planet is a gift.)

And I don’t mean buying a yacht. That would be as lame as fuck. Oh, look, I have a stupid boat that now I have to invite people on to justify its existence. All they want to do is talk about the fucking yacht because they are just as dull as I am, careful to avoid looking at the horizon where the blue ocean meets the blue sky, scared to pause and think and also so bored with themselves that the gin and tonics are flowing just to keep the conversation moving. But I digress.

I’ve never had a lot of money. But I’ve driven fast cars, crossed the ocean, had a family, and exercised. I smoked weed, drank my face off, and partied like it was 1995(‘cus it was.) and gambled because poker is fun. 

I have art in my house(Cus I made it). I go to shows when I think they’re worth it and pretty much fuck around at work, making prototypes and collaborating with other artists and creators.

I’m not bragging. It is what it is. I have a Fuck Around and Find Out life.

But I work hard and help out. I’m all in with everything I take on. So don’t misread this as a laziness manifesto; it’s not.

For me, the question is simple.

What's the point?

So, I finally painted a self-portrait. Of course, you can’t really tell it’s me, but I don’t find the identity of people in art that interesting. It’s the moment that counts.

I call it “Selfie,” and I don’t expect this one to sell. Who’s going to relate to it but me? But I’m happy I did it because it made me think about the reasons for doing anything at all.

• This painting is 16 inches Wide x 12 Inches.
• It’s painted in acrylic on a panel.

Choosing your fucks is really what we are here for. Choosing - then fucking around. It’s not to win, it’s not to lose, it’s not to be the best, or to conquer, or to have the most money. It’s to have a good time.

I just want to Fuck Around and Find Out.

I haven't experienced FOMO, since I was five and my stepbrother showed up with thousands of dollars in presents from his rich dad on Christmas Eve. Life ain’t fair. I learned that early. Nobody owes me shit.

So what do you do when you get nothing?

Try shit.

• Do a self-portrait.
• Take some photos.
• Make a movie.
• Play with your Lego.
• Learn to skate.
• Fuck around and Find Out.

Say no to FOMO and yes to FAFO.

Anyway, check out the rest of my art here. And get inspired to fuck around.