The battle on Earth between love and fear is coming to a close. Love has won. Love is to emerge from the hearts of many more, and see this world into a new divinely constructed reality. Love has won.
Rejected. No offense, but I will never show alongside an MFA graduate. It’s not 2014 anymore, institutional artists are irrelevant—the real art is outside, online.
You can’t survive on the internet unless u know how to compartmentalize your states of reality. You exist in the real world—your flesh is as much you as your mind/spirit. You exist in the digital world, u can wear many faces many personas a universe of alts. But know Yourself ♡
do you know how many times beauty and performative harmony has emerged in the scrap heap? millions upon millions of posts, infinitely abundant, like tears in rain, like love
Everyone is allowed one degenerate hobby; mine just happens to involve avant-garde performance art featuring chinese-girl identity theft, cognitive abuse, and mass-psyop wargames on Twitter.
True posting is egoless & performative, it embraces contradiction and playfulness with one's persona; it twists language & coins neologisms with casual deftness, we give ourselves over to the network & let it run through us.
The battle on Earth between love and fear is coming to a close. Love has won. Love is to emerge from the hearts of many more, and see this world into a new divinely constructed reality. Love has won.
Why do I post? An unstable combination of voracious mischievous glee and absolute contempt for the disheveled freaks that society upholds as a standard of normality.