My tired post.

One time I came up with this language. A fake language. I did that a lot. And I drew this picture of a motor bike. I guess because I wanted to look all cool and red neck like. I proclaimed to like muscle cars then too, and even pretended I understood football, which still isn't true of me. And on it, in my fake foreign script, I wrote something pretty rude. And Miss Art Preacher asked me, "Sam, does that say something rude?" and I was probably like "Naaaaw waaay mishush." And she didn't believe me, but let it go anyways.

Since it was a language only I understood, it didn't really matter anyways. But I think it was the first time that I realized how an intent, held in my artwork, could reach an audience. The first "meaning" I ever buried in my art translated to an "Eff you".