February the 1st 2022

My real problem with art is that I desperately try to express something that cannot be expressed. What I actually want to represent to represent is something that cannot objectively be depicted nowhere but in a person's mind. There are no way  to externalize certain "things" so that another person can understand them and I should just accept it instead of making this madness a reason for living. But I have no choice.
What comes closest to what I want to express is extreme self-harm.


February the 12th 2022

Nobody understands my art. Cuts and self-harm are associated with negative things and some are even bothered by the sight of them. I feel like I'm the only one in the world who does it for pure inspiration and I feel alone.

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The desire to make the world a beautiful place for everyone is the most unnatural project the human mind has ever had the courage to formulate, and as expected, it is failing. And everything is falling on the shoulders of a poor artist who will always be misunderstood.