My prints are remnants of the world as intended.
They are the cry of the individual — a longing for romanticism in a world that would prefer to suppress it.
It’s a world that turned my blood black, and that I will bleed to redeem ᛗ
We live in a new industrial revolution.
To answer the age, we give ourselves in sacrifice to the rote needs of a world that we do not show lasting reward for.
We soothe the resulting anomie through consumption — by finding pre-packaged meaning through image and brands.
We’ve lost sight.
We forget that the most powerful force on earth is the human spirit, and the rose-colored chaos it emits.
We forget that humanity brands itself.
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