Some showed up an hour early, bearing flowers and gifts… for an artist from New York, a so-called “nobody” named TMNK. They were all ages, and they had come to see what I call Urban Derivatives. They came to see what he had for them, but instead they gave him something far greater. The Warmth of their community reached inside of me and embraced my weary soul, and turned what some might have thought was a fairy tale into reality.
I was treated like a rock star by the kids, yet little did they know, I was having just as much as they were, if not more, painting smiles on there faces, and letting them know that they were special art fans too, as the adults patiently waited while I signed or drew something special for them. And there were the grandmothers, though I couldn’t tell, because their enthusiasm and youthful exuberance, was all I noticed as they discussed with passion their appreciation for what I had brought to their country, their town. They kissed me on the cheek and told me they loved me and my art. And then there were the astute, the discriminating collectors, who added carefully and methodically to their collections. I recognized them, because I had seen them when I visited Christie’s once. Price list in hand, they’re the types that don’t smile or show emotion, as to tip their hand. This is serious business for them. They move about quietly pensively, before making a decision, to buy or not. Yet, they too were greeting me with smiles, and informing me of their delight to have me in their homeland, and now in their private collection.
Yes, we did it. Okay, of course, I scratched, scribbled and painted on the canvas, and other surfaces. But WE a group of people too large to name, and from all over the world, who believed in me and saw significance and meaning in my art. Encouraging, repeatedly purchasing my newest creations, again, and again, and again. Sharing my links with their friends, sharing my he(art) with their family, THEY, (along with Marte of course) brought me to Norway. And there, a country embraced, and almost immediately understood the messages that lived beneath the surface of my art. Young, old, wealthy and not, professional and not, connected with the voice of the voiceless.
Yes, WE DID IT! – The streets are talking, and people all over the world are listening.
But don’t take my word for, check it out for yourself. Or asked someone from a small town in Norway, and they will likely tell you with a smile on their face, yes, NOBODY WAS HERE.
I’m just a nobody, yet I believe God places something special in each of us, even a “nobody like me.
Thank you all for coming out with your family and friends, and allowing me to share “my little something” my he(art) with all of you. - TMNK