THE ARTIST’S WIFE

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September 28th, 2025

Day 1,602 of being an artist’s wife, and I’ve decided to start a blog. The word “blog” sounds nauseating, so why don’t we call this…actually, I don’t know what to call this yet. I’m being completely transparent as you can see. By the way, whoever “you” are reading this, I hope I’m able to clearly translate the reality of being married to an artist for you.

In case you skipped the other pages of this website, hi, my name is Kren and I’m an art curator. If you don’t know what that is, I’d rather tell you to google it than to explain it here (respectfully). I’ve been curating since 2015. I met my husband, Genesis The Greykid, in 2019. We tied the knot in 2021.

Sooo, why start this writing thing? I had an epiphany: My perspective is a very unique one- it involves partnership, entrepreneurship, and a panoramic view of the art world. True backstage access. People usually make assumptions about the artist’s lifestyle after their dead. I’d rather not wait for that or for someone else to attempt to tell our story. This is our life, told my way, in real time.

October 1st, 2025

Day 1,605. Side note: are furs still a thing? LaQuan Smith, a fashion designer I follow, recently dropped fox fur tote bags. The response was about 85/15 with a majority of comments saying how inappropriate and dated it is to use real fur. I must say, I was also disappointed. I get that quality is everything, but really? You killed a fox for a $12.5k ($13k with the tail) bag? Ok…

I still love many of his other pieces, though. Who am I to judge? If we regulate what can be used to create, does it affect the freedom of the process? For sure, but it also encourages more creativity to find alternative solutions. It also emphasizes intention and responsibility. Know better do better, right? It’s all beautiful until someone/thing gets hurt.

Speaking of hurt, there seems to be a lot of that around the world right now. As I work on coffee mug designs, there’s a child that may not eat today because some person in power is in their feelings. It’s a weird dynamic- to dream surrounded by nightmares. Babe will give me sugar coated world updates from time to time, but I tend to stay in my own bubble. Here I’m surrounded by expression and peace. Everyday I’m reminded of grace, love, and life. My personal ever-lit candles in a room of darkness. Hope. Perks of being an artist’s wife.

October 17th, 2025

Day 1,620 of being an artist’s wife.

To my man, I’m one of the bros. I’m invited to business meetings and smoke sessions. I’m part of the team, not just his lady.

I’ve dated men that were considered “bosses” in their own right, however, being with Genesis exposed me to the different levels. Wealth has its own hierarchy, and it’s still very much patriarchal. Some rooms we’re in, I can see the divide- women here, men here, but I’ve never felt out of place. Sometimes it’s awkward for me. Should we talk about something else while the men are discussing bitcoins? Should I ask about their plans, even if I know I’ll meet a new woman next time? It’s a dance. A universal knowing that nobody needs to speak on. I’m thankful that I never feel like less than. Because of the reverence he shows me, everyone quickly (sometimes gradually) understands that I deserve respect.

I love those moments where I get to meet other wives/girlfriends that are hustlers too. They have their own dreams/careers, or maybe not. Either way, they’re happy and the support in their relationship is evident. Real Love. Dream Team vibes.

A couple of creative friends recently told me that they felt a partner was their missing piece- a teammate that understands their world, not necessarily in it. Someone they can come home to and be reminded of their eye appointment next week. Someone to share their exciting new projects with. A friend, essentially, with lots of benefits. It’s important. I hope they find them. We weren’t meant to play this game alone.

October 29th, 2025

Day 1,632 of being an artist's wife and the song of the day is Marvin Gaye's "Mercy Mercy Me."

We tend to avoid speaking publicly on political issues- too messy. And to be frank, we see right through it. Similar to Marvin Gaye, Babe will take in the info and reflect on it in his work. I've gotta say, aside from God, art gets me through times like this.

Like I said in an earlier entry, Genesis filters the news for me so I don't get overwhelmed. However, I just got an email explaining the federal SNAP program lapse. After some quick research, my face was stuck like the confused emoji 🤨 Something ain’t adding up. You're telling me that the government can't find an accountant to figure out how to supply our citizens in need with food. We've got money for war but can't feed the poor?* Get TF out of here! And the irony of this happening on November 1st, as temperatures drop, flu season approaches, and farming is limited. Not to sound like a conspiracy theorist, but it's giving 'survival of the fittest' energy. On the bright side, because there is ALWAYS a bright side, the holiday season is full of charity. This is the perfect moment for nonprofits to take center stage and wealthy people to make some noise. Bottom line is we as individuals have to step up and save ourselves because the calvary doesn't exist.
*Tupac reference.

I can't confidently say that history repeats itself, but it definitely has some habits; one of those being cultural shifts where the people are confronted with a harsh reality and have to decide where we go from here. Between the high cost of living and the tornado we call politics, I've never seen America so divided (post civil rights era of course). Crazy part is it seems to be fueled by the media. Nothing but negative news updates, viral videos of violence, murder being applauded as rightfully deserved, racism, social media soldiers ready for war. What are we doing? We just survived a world pandemic, yet instead of that bringing us closer we seem to have grown more apart, selfish, and afraid of each other.

Fear- it clouds your vision, even makes you hallucinate sometimes.

2 Timothy 1:7 reads, "For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind." We've gotta stop feeding into the mission of the enemy and tap into the way of the ultimate Creator. In other words, STOP DRINKING THE KOOL-AID………………………………………………….

………………………………………I digress.