I couldn’t finish NFTU because it was just too close to home for me-

I appreciate the compliment , on all reality I was once a pretty competent artist- in photography, painting, and clay sculpting/ mixed media.

my “good” stuff is all in what I call the archives (a naive hostile attempt to ruin my life, that disrupted my entire path and made me have to get vengeful god on several people... I ruined lives for threatening my livelihood and I have no regrets whatsoever.. aside from. It being more brutal) little sample- had an entire family deported to a fascist government where one party would probably be executed for his sexuality- shouldn’t have stepped on my tail..

the archives is a storage where my prior lives have been locked up forever while I’m caught in focus on survival.

I was 18 , flush with savings from childhood (a fraction of the opulence I could’ve had if I’d been born to a healthy home..) had scholarship offers to art academies, with stars in my eyes, big dreams, and doors opening everywhere I looked.

I wonder now why life is like a labyrinth?

I will retrieve them and start posting them as soon as fate allows

I was actually proud of my art once, hopefully you will see something you like as well.

-sincere apologies for the wall of text,

-S

TL:DR :

My mother was(is still?) a demon in the form of a pale woman and genetics combined with being raised by a more just Old Testament thinking family led me to know I’ve got the same demon inside, used to be a “promising artist” now I doubt if I’m living or dead.

Too much reading , thinking, and idealism is a double edged sword