Forgot to say here that I am taking comms
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Tweeted this but putting it here in case it dies
https://twitter.com/Strange_Raptor/status/1593476060003586048
and now, the end is here
and so I face, that final curtain
My friend, I'll make it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've bought, a platform full,
I ruined each, and every login
and more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
but then again, too rich to mention
I did what no one would do
and saw it through
without reflection
I stored eached fucked wojack
each stupid step, against the users
and more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bought off, more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I fucked it up, and clowned it out
I faced the fall, and I stood tall
and did it, my way
I've memed, I've laughed and banned
I've had my fill, my share of coping
and now, as suspeneds subside
I find it all, so amusing
To think, I did all that
and may I say, not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no not me
I did it, my way
For what is a man, what has he got?
if not his tweets, then he has naught
to tweet the memes he never links
and not the words of one thinks
the record shows, I took the blows
and did it my way
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Displacement
I know I don't generally talk about the artwork I create but I feel I have to talk about this to feel comfortable posting it for once. So apologies if this is weird.
The past 3 days personally have been mentally exhausting, nothing too new or special but certain things had led me to think about things. So, in a way I did a self portrait. The nameless masked figure in some of my previous drawings has been a way I represent my anxiety and negative emotions/feelings. As of recent I've learnt to accept those more as moments of discomfort but not something I should outright despise. In this image, I've drawn myself with that mask on but the mask is decorated and cracked. I am, in a way, breaking out but slowly. It's just how things have been recently for me, recently realising just about who I actually am. It's odd. That's where the big vine comes in. Previously with my masked figure, the thing around his neck would be rope tied into a noose. But I avoid that nowadays and try my best to instead cover them with flowers, plants, life. So, the vine is thick and drapes over in the same way I would draw the noose before, however, to me personally, it's more than that.
My mother, loves plants. She has them everywhere around the house, but heaps of them. From memory there's about 40 plants alone in the bath tub. They're everywhere. When I was younger, one of my brothers would anger me to no end and upset me quite a lot. In those times where I would break out and have trouble dealing with it, my mother would take me away and have me help with the garden. So plants for me especially, are something peaceful. Recently, she got some gumnuts from a eucalyptus tree, and this is where things get a little interesting. My high school separated the school into "houses", each with a plant of some kind as the name. I was in eucalyptus, and admittedly, I do wish a lot I had done things differently then. That's one part to it, the other part is that, I was born and raised in Australia. However, my parents both have come from El Salvador. The names of my family members and brothers, all being something you'd generally expect, like Ricardo, Carlos, Javier, etc. My name however is Edwin. I am one of the only people in my family with a name that isn't generally expected. Which has led to many people asking and assuming that I am British, American or Australian (and on the incredibly rare occasion, something else). I take no issue with it. It has however led to a weird thing. My family tend to deal with some instances of discrimination, nothing too wild to my understanding but it is something they have indeed dealt with. I've only dealt with that once, and it was fairly recent. To me it was quite upsetting to think about it because I had thought about my family and how it completely disregards the struggles they have been through.
I know this is very long but I hope someone takes the time to read this. I have felt displaced in a way. I don't speak Spanish well if not at all, despite my parents and my family doing so. I can understand it well, but speaking and sometimes reading are difficult to me. I am an Australian citizen while also not quite being Australian. I am a first generation Australian. However I do not feel like I am as connected to the culture of my parents and family like they are. It's not something intentional or something I wanted to distance myself from. I just don't feel "Salvadorian" enough if that makes any sense. I do love and care for quite a lot of my family and especially my parents, so it's really a bizarre spot to be in. Which is why there's the shirt, gumnuts and the background. The shirt being the flag of El Salvador, but not quite. It's not what it should be. It's different, not what you'd expect and not something that represents the flag well. While the background is a blue, red and white. Colours of the union jack and southern cross displayed on the Australian flag. The dripping being because I am an artist and that has been something I've had to hold tight to at times due to the fear family members have had that I won't be able to be just solely an artist and that I should be doing other things because I supposedly have the potential to be and do more.
I apologize for the long explanation, and I know it is both wordy and probably a bit of a tiring read. However I am glad if anyone managed to read all of this. I don't normally like to explain things like this, I just post and let people take what they will from it. This however was just that bit more personal than normal.
Thank you
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