There’s a kind of artist I revere who is so deeply committed to expressing the singular nature of their work that it becomes almost self-destructive. For me, Wesley Kimler and Sharkula come to mind – I think of them almost every day. Kimler, in addition to being my mentor for over a decade, is a painter infamous for his cavernous warehouse studios and the theatrical ragers periodically thrown inside, alongside pet foxes and parrots, massive contorted paintings of figures blasted into abstract glowing kites and seascapes, and for publicly calling out the (shake your fist with me) corruption and nepotism of the Chicago art world. Sharkula, (aka Caviar Brian, Thigamahjigee, Sherlock Homeboy, Dirty Gilligan, among others), is a goofball genius rapper who is recognizable to anyone that frequents Chicago’s Blue Line for selling CDs of his over 40 different albums and mixtapes, named things like Martin Luther King Whopper With Cheese, and delivered wrapped in Xeroxed paper with his tags and scribbles all over them.Both of them are devoted, in the religious sense, to their work in a way that I find deeply inspiring, while being a foil to every capitulation that I give into daily.