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| About the Author |
| My name is Garrett Stewart. I was born on October 27, 1977 in Fort Defiance AZ. Growing up, I always felt alienated from my peers and supposed "teachers" or as I'd like to think of them, "Domestic Indoctrinators." Many of which are as face-less as the students they mold.Although there were a few, about 5 out of the 60 or 70 I've come across that were helpful...but those are fucked up odds considering 3 of them were in College. I was a mediocre student at best...I managed to stumble through middle school with a C average but, yet still managed to find myself in "high" literature classes with the sons and daughters of relative Affluence; almost all of which were even more mediocre than myself as far as literal expression and rhetorical eloquence(funny part is that they actually DID the homework). Needless to say, that experience with the rich brats who now run the damned "Reality" show known as life taught me an invaluable lesson: CLASS and Social Status matter only to those who have no spiritual worth...which is all very poetic and self-righteous..until I'm hit with the bills and burden of post-modern life. Earning 7 bux an hour scrubbing toilets really puts life in perspective. Art is my life. I've tried to bury its relentless call.It reinforces my percieved estrangement from the rest of Humanity while at the same time healing my psyche; whispering kisses in my ear in the form of Isolation,and though it almost ruined me at one time...its the only friend I really have. For better or worse. Time will prove my place in Native American Art...I only hope that I may live to experience the impact that my work will have. If not, then I can only pray that my burden is paid in full by my passing. |