"When Greg Shot Jimmy" Caught Craig by Surprise

Title: "When Greg Shot Jimmy" Caught Craig by Surprise Written by: Craig Paul Nowak with response by Jimmy James The photo I chose was the best representation of Marilyn Monroe I could find. I consulted a few friends. We all agreed, it was a great image of Marilyn. Production began. I had spray paint. I cut some stencils. Seven layers later...

People underestimate the power of selfishness. The only way that I am able to do anything extraordinary is because I believe I can do it and because I know I want to, not because I think others believe I can or because I think they want me to. And while everything I do that's of any importance is 100% for my own enjoyment, I can't remember the last time I did something for myself. ...

The art world literally has no rules. I feel it a shame that I should desire rules when it is the freedom which drives contemporary creativity, but it's individuals such as Jeff Koons who consistently befuddle me with his iron-clad claim to present day greatness and his seemingly absolute absence of authentic artistic ability. He is a monument to the multi-million dollar marketability of...

Art is "the world without rules". It is the product of a mind for a mind, and the definition of "good" is a hazy blur that never actually comes into focus. Realizing how subjective art is, how it is "absolutely" subjective, is the single most quintessential milestone in any artists life because that is when the artist gains perspective. They make one of two choices. Many decide that...

In a facebook conversation, a friend expressed her interest in traveling, so I said "buy a ticket". The next comment was the worst possible cliche adage ever written, spoken, inscribed, thought, or smoke signaled. Their comment read as follows; "It's like the guy who kept praying, "PLEASE let me win the lottery....PLEASE!!!" God answered him, "You have to buy a ticket."... Normally, I keep...

What is it about you that draws me near?...

Call me crazy, but I believe in the importance and power of well placed selfishness. To do something for others because it feels good to you is the cornerstone of progre...

How much is your time wor...

Inside, I feel empty. It is because of this connection with emptiness that I dedicate my life to searching. My search is different from that of others however, because my search is an internal one. This I suspect to be immediately untrue though because the mere act of separating oneself from anything, regardless of perceived connection is in itself a flawed act. Consider this; to speak of...

It seems to me that everything of importance, both monumental and mild acts of importance, begin within the fervent sparks of a personal plan; which is to say that every life destined to mean anything at all, must at some point lock itself into an absolute and moreover concise statement of purpo...

World, I disagree with you. I disagree with a sincerity and passion seldom found upon your surface. You and I have never actually been in full agreement, but as of late, the distance between our personal perspectives has grown so great that if I could summon the strength to sprout wings right now, I would.  And without skipping a beat, my feet would spring from your surface leaving...

A gun is a device that was created for the purpose of launching a tiny projectile hard enough and fast enough into and out of a living body with little or no effort. This is an act that is for all accountable purposes, impossible to do on one's own. Defend the guns existence if you must, but I believe that given the awe inspiring amount of effort a woman must undertake in order to create...

Bees have no malintent. They go to work. They get thirsty. They are curious sometimes too. But they don't desire a good kamikaze against your ass. Like us, they defend themselves. Bees are like us. When I see a bee. I wave hello. If it comes close, my hand and the bee do a slow waltz, and never do I shoo the bee or swat the bee. Hell, I don't even curse at the bee. I treat it with...

All dolled up, dressed to the nines, D cap, smart vest, socks and shoes to match, yet somehow stuck in my new abode. Rain falls. The sun sets. Cold air defies the glass panes of my bedroom windows. A subtle chill builds. My day began less than three hours ago. The time was 16:00. I Fell asleep at 2:00. Nobody needs that much sleep. Jet lag or not, it's simply unnatural. But once again,...

I live. I wake in the morning. Upon waking, I sit up, I breathe, I look, I touch, and I smell the world around me. I eat and drink. I taste what I eat and drink. And I consider everything. Often however, I fail to understand what I consider. I accept my stupidity. There was once a time when I believed myself to be intelligent, not nearly as intelligent as those around me seemed to believe...