Vexanthrone

I am an artist.

I specialize in things people don't wanna see.

Maybe it's because...

I don't like people.

It's been... years, now, since I've spoken to anybody, I think.

They just couldn't accept my masterpiece.

They hated it.

It wasn't designed for them to.

It was designed for them to.

You're not supposed to like or dislike art, in my opinion.

But...

You know...

I often find myself going over the creative process,

what it means to partake in the creative process...

And the mental effects the creative process ultimately has on you

in the long term.

What I made

wasn't designed for the happiness of others.

It wasn't designed to be enjoyed.

It wasn't designed for.

That creative process was unlike anything else.

You could even call it otherworldly.

And the aftermath of it was...

The aftermath of it was-was...

Unexpected.

Inhumane.

Vulgar.

Who's the one to say that they're right and I'm wrong?

Maybe I'm the one that's right and the rest of them are wrong.

I already know I'm gonna spend...

Days and nights and hours and months even.

Just to create one thing.

But

each piece of it

each piece of it will represent...

All the time.

All that time spent on it will be represented by each piece.

And that time will then become immortal.

At least in my opinion.

Maybe that's what I'm drawn to;

The immortality of the past.

You can capture it forever and ever and ever with this.

I can already feel myself changing.

And I think one of the biggest sacrifices in art is the change.

At least for me.

I don't like change.

I can think back to a point where

if I never changed

life would be perfect.

I think about the past a lot.

I think about it more than the present.

I might even think about it more than the future.

Those were golden days.

Those were golden times.

I don't think they can ever actually be replicated.

There's only the art that I created to remember them by.

That never changes.

I guess you could say I

am... pretentious.

But I don't believe in that word. I think that.

It comes down to personal preference.

There is no pretentious. There's only understanding and misunderstanding.

Or a complete lack of understanding.