whinge

actual 3am drunk thoughts:

fucking christ when did it become radical to want your creative shit to be completely sawed off from your presentation and/or ~*identity*~

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i have no illusions of creative works being completely divorced from personality/aesthetic/values (that's literally what a style is)  #but this twee fucking marketing-your-identity shit makes me want to die  #at BEST i want my works to be a wankfest of catharsis (catharsis by definition is also separated from morals)  #at worst... well says a lot!!! that the only time i'm having *fun* with art is drawing horrible shit!!!! :D  #(please note the edge is more directed towards my very complicated feelings on the whole word of identity and the multitudes of it)  #ok crank over going to bed