I like cyberpunk, succubi, and Netrunner.
Currently working on a hybrid web novel/comic featuring my OC, Reika. And an art book. And a visual novel.

Hail Sithis



thecatamites
@thecatamites

sometimes i think there's a hole inside art itself which is art's own awareness of its relative thinness next to life and what we tend to call "high art" is just work which sort of ironises or weaves an awareness of that gap into its own nature, often in ways which themselves became kind of ceremonial and formulaic over time, like an old ritual whose original meaning was forgotten, whereas what we tend to refer to as "genre art" often displaces that absence into the future, always suggesting that the next episode, movie, comic, story will be the one to fill the gap and finally grant satisfaction by reaching a kind of accumulated density that resembles life itself. and these non-existent categories aside maybe a work is most living when that absence remains a felt and unsettled thing, something that hasn't yet been absorbed into either commercial formula or arthouse kitsch, an open window where the air comes through. these are the kinds of thoughts i used to have before an evil witch turned me into a horse.


droqen
@droqen

perhaps this hole is in us and not in art and in trying to fill it we reject ourselves and it is painful to accept our holeness and we displace the painful hole into art so that we do not feel the pain of knowing our own relative thinness

in art we create holes to fill and can then fill them because we made them that way because we made them to be filled and it rings hollow because true holes never can be filled therefore filling them is proof of their artifice but deep down the problem is not the filling it is the falseness of anything being fillable even in principle


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