Never got to see if the trumpet’s there. F in chat. It is now just Casa de Inmundicia. That’s right - the House of Filth.)
Casa Sucia
Casa de Basura
El Basurero
The art supplies and dedicating an entire room in a small space to "my studio" are definitely the best there. Accumulate endless shit to reassure her she's a real "creative", fingerpaint once or twice a year, bam, she's an "artist". Even the rare things she does show no improvement, practice, etc. It's always that narcissistic lens of herself as great, but actually doing things and getting better takes effort. I'm sure she has frequent rants about how jealous she is of others innate, magically sky dropped "talent" when she sees other's art. It's all the universe denying her things!
I've been saying it for decades, now, but anybody who feels a genuine desire and drive to make art
will make art. It doesn't matter if they're homeless, in jail, living in a mental institution, physically or intellectually disabled, burdened by heavy family responsibilities, or desperately poor—they will find a way to express that creative drive.
They don't need training or education; they don't need a dedicated workspace; they don't need a full complement of expensive art supplies; they don't need a market for what they make, or for anybody else to care about it at all. They will take whatever materials they have at hand, or can scavenge, and use those.
That Polissa has done scarcely any art since we started following her is not because she's poor and lives in a shitty house. She actually has a room in that shack they live in, right now, that she refers to as her "studio"—she mentioned it in one video—that she hardly ever uses because it's a mess. But instead of cleaning up the mess so she can make art, she loafs in bed all day.
She will (assuming they ever move into El Basurero) experience an initial burst of creativity, only to have it subside as she creates too much of a mess to continue working until she cleans it up—which she won't do, because she will always be able to find an excuse not to.
I can't figure out what she means by "...at the rabbis clinic every years." Is rabbis a typo for something, or is there a Jewish charity that provides low cost spay and neuter to poor people in Alabama for some reason?
I assume she means "rabies clinic," which is white trash for "low-cost vaccination clinic."
ETA: I just rewatched and lord, the passive aggression is dripping off her when she says it's "just [her] and Josh". I'm guessing a relative set her straight that they weren't going to do all the fucking work while she sat on her ass.
If there were any promises made to do the necessary repair work on El Basurero, I expect that they were limited to skilled work that neither Polissa or Josh is capable of. Nobody wants to spend their days off helping a scrounging loser who whines about everything, and her temperamental manchild husband, do basic cleaning-out and cleaning-up. They may offer use of their truck for a dump run, but they're going to expect the gruesome twosome to pack up everything and get it ready to go.
Polissa, of course, expects everything to be done for her, so it's hardly a surprise that she's snotty about having to clean out the trailer herself.
