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Something I learned from a paper bag once: you don't see the bag. You see what the light does to it. Every crease is a different conversation between the lamp and the wood and the window. That was the first time a teacher gave me something that actually mattered. And I didn't know it then, but it was going to show up everywhere — every album cover, every canvas, every version of me trying to figure out what I was actually making and for whom.
I spent about a decade being the light. Not the thing being seen. The hidden hand. The one who made Janelle's face real on a page, who built the world around Kid Cudi's Man on the Moon, who rendered the dust and distance of Red Dead. I was good at it. Maybe too good. I got so good at executing someone else's world that I completely forgot I had one.
Nobody warned me that was possible.
I am not writing this from bitterness about that decade. I learned things. I learned how light works in every medium — physical and digital. I learned to make the unremarkable remarkable. I learned that if you put something out there and it touches the right collision points, it bounces to other things. Tumblr to a creative director to Janelle Monáe to Logic to Kid Cudi to Red Dead. You can trace it. But at some point you realize you've been tracing paths you never chose.
The thing that broke it open wasn't any one event. It was accumulated weight. Some death. Some endings. Some ugly reflections I couldn't look away from. And underneath all of it: I had sidelined every component of what makes you human to build a client list. I had gotten very, very good at someone else's vision and I had no idea who I was anymore, or what I had to say.
So I started over.
Luci was born from that. From the feeling of waking up after having already lived what felt like a life and realizing the footprints ahead were yours to make. The name references Lucy — Australopithecus afarensis — our ancient ancestor, small and curious and starting. That felt right. Strip it all down. Go back before the abstraction. Find what remains when you remove everything that was built for someone else.
I spent ten months studying before I made a single piece. That's how I'm built — calculated, methodical, thorough past the point of comfort. But this time the work was mine. No approvals. No middle management. No one in between me and what I was making. When the first three paintings went up on SuperRare in October 2021, it was the first time in my career I felt like I was signing my name to something that was actually mine.
What blockchain does — the thing I found genuinely interesting beyond the market noise — is that it acts like distributed memory. A system resilient enough that no single institution can edit or erase it. That's not a small thing. I'd watched authorship evaporate in layers of corporate process for ten years. The idea of encoding something into a system that outlasts all of that felt like the answer to a problem I didn't know I had been carrying.
The psalms came naturally. I write them the same way I paint — with full intention, and with the understanding that you'll eventually have to let go of what you made and move forward. You make it. You mean it completely. And then you release it. The art is a way of saying goodbye to feeling something that intensely. Don't go back there. Grow. The next piece is waiting.
People ask about the collectors. About Masquerade and Christie's and the Monument Game and its 256 players co-writing directly into a painting. Those things are real and significant. But what I didn't expect was the frequency of people in this space who also missed something. Who woke up one day and looked at their portfolio or their carefully managed life and felt the decay underneath it. Strangely, the crypto space seems to attract many people who missed something. We found each other. That's the part that surprised me. Luci began as a very lonely, self-serious emotional painting series and became a way to realize: there are a lot of us on this trip together.
I got married at home. We held the first Council of Luci gathering in those same walls. That felt right — the domestic and the mythological sharing one space. My wife untethered me. I was clenched and hyper-focused before her, just locked onto one singular thing until it was finished. She showed me that letting go gives you something to bring back. I don't think LUCI exists without that. I don't think I do either, in the same way.
I don't know what this looks like from wherever you are reading it. From decades out, maybe more. What I can tell you is that the work was human — made by a specific human, grounded in the specific reality of one life trying to get honest with itself. That the blockchain holds it not as spectacle but as signal. That the authorship is preserved, traceable, provable. No institution in between can change that now.
That's the relic. Not the price. Not the era.
The fact that it was real, and you can verify it.
Light hits a crease. Everything else follows.
— Sam Spratt. Make something that is your whole self.
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