Ishmail The ARtist: Work

1/4/2015

Don't really feel like being here anymore. Not that I don't like my job, or that I don't like the job I do. What I'm beginning to have a disdain for, are the people that come along with the job. At first I payed them no mind, I came in happy, I left happy. I was grateful. For every breath I took, for every beat I was given, practically for the life I had, and I wanted to share that. Then... I met the pastry chef. If being obnoxious was an art, well she'd be Picasso. I use to like coming to work every day. Breaking new grounds, learning new sauces, reminding myself of the goal I was willing to do anything to accomplish. But now I come in and say nothing. Nada. Zilt. How do you say "diddly squat" in French? I have no words. I have no smile. I have no "hey how's it going". Quite frankly, because I have no care. I have a goal, and I don't need any minions to get in my way...

It's Ishmail.

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Ishmail The Artist

Ishmail is a 24 year old male from Philadelphia just making a way for my family and my people. He wouldn't say that he had the hardest life, but his life has taught him some of his hardest lessons. He is a musician, a cook and anything else that he decides to get involved in. Ishmail likes books, hanging with his family, and enjoying life. He can not speak for his work but, instead, he can let his work speak for him.