We become players in a game where the rules are written in invisible ink. We try to win, to find happiness in their counterfeit world, not realizing the game itself is the trap.
Sometimes you finish a piece and feel completely drained.
Not sad.
Not disappointed.
The artwork isn’t even dark.
Yet somehow the process took everything it needed from you and left nothing behind but silence.
🔥 OMG SOLD 🔥
I'm incredibly happy that my painting has found its admirer and collector.
This is my first work in the collection @Sneketoshi
I'm very happy and congratulations on the purchase ♥️
Proof of fucking work...
No fucking bla, bla handjobs AI shit, prompted words!
WORK and PROOF of FUCKING TRANSPARENCY!👈🫡🤘
Have some fucking dignity! Be FUCKING transparent !
Can you 🫵
It seems that this is our destiny.
We are left hanging in the middle of everything, neither do we like what is happening nor do we
What we like happens..!:)
Good Night 🌙 🖤