I finally like this piece, the chaos is somehow beautiful to me, though the image gets ruined by my face. However, I am still proud of my efforts, I believe I did well here...
Though what makes it good?
Is it the mocking, fake gaze I throw outwards, or is it everything around this creature.
Together they are all collected in a net of waste and dirt, an enemy machine, a cyborg that has been thrown away.
Though she is not me, she is my artwork, she is saturated in disgusting layer after layer of bright nothing. She swims in dirt and pretends to be something she is not, she oozes poison and patches herself with worthless felt.
I am cursed with a mechanical mindset that obsesses over the realistic. I can only create what makes others happy...
I need to stop this automaton that is controlling my brain, and simply make art that I like.
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