The paintings
Finished, unfinished, or facing the wall. The world has no way to tell.
A retrospective of absolutely nothing
Going
nowhere.
Tall guy. Red hair. Big mustache. A room full of potential, and somehow still nothing to show for it. Meet Smiley: undefeated at finding another reason to start tomorrow.
All that height. Still no follow-through.
The complete public archive
A body of work with no witnesses.
The music
Recorded in private. Performed for the furniture. Reviewed by nobody.
The big reveal
Coming soon, presumably. Tomorrow has been very patient with Smiley.
Act I / The daily routine
Busy doing
nothing.
Wake up. Think about painting. Look at phone. Think about music. Look at phone again. Call it a creative process.
Even the unfinished paintings are tired of looking at him.
Act II / The listening party
No audience.
No encore.
His debut album is an exclusive listening experience. So exclusive that nobody has experienced it.
The only thing he drops consistently is the ball.
The Smiley method
Dream big.
Do little.
Repeat indefinitely.
A message for Smiley
He wanted to leave a legacy.
So far, he’s left the room a mess.
The saddest part? There might be something good in there. But nobody can applaud a closed folder. Another night ends. Nothing gets released. Tomorrow gets the blame.