Kevin Pettit excerpts

The state of a given culture's Art is directly correlative to the overall health of that culture. Our entertainers, professional athletes, and the like, if afforded with such far- reaching influence, are our cultural ambassadors. What is demanded of them, therefore, is something close to the responsibility of public office. They must be substantive, purposeful, and committed to dharma when they represent us. They are precisely the ones who should acknowledge and act based on the understanding: The state of a given culture's Art is directly correlative to the overall health of that culture.

The state of a given culture’s Art is directly correlative to the overall health of that culture.


Solution: Support of those passionate individuals who strive to raise standards of artistic expression, and subsequently improve the health and standing of the greater cultural milieu.

I care intensely about the quality of art which we release to the world. There are paintings which make me cry on observation, and there are the rest. There are songs which make me want to run ten miles, or right the injustices of the world, and there are the rest. Good art has these effects. It is the result of discipline, rigor, empathy, discerning taste, and appropriate skill... [read more]

Shortly About

My project is simple: try very hard to elevate art, and in so doing, elevate others. I am the change I wish to see in the art I produce. I slave over initial concept, consistent metaphor, syntax, diction, rhyme scheme, arresting melody, awakening rhythm, post-production, and all that is otherwise applicable. I am someone who knows that our best art is almost overwhelmingly ambitious; that it cannot be rushed, and that it takes the time it needs for the necessary degree of quality to be achieved

When I write songs, I draw from various perspectives. I author works of autobiographical sincerity, as well as from the perspective of invented personas.

I have written metaphors of human existential angst, as the last bastion of humanity careens through the cosmos looking for a new planet and purpose in vain. I have written of art thieves stealing in an effort to re-appropriate art from its fate as commodity. I have written of my own personal struggle with feelings that we are only an amalgam of our own memories and plans for the future, and what it means for our sense of self as those memories slowly slip away... [read more]