Undercut. Depressive themes ahead.


I shouldn't be here. I have things to do. I shouldn't touch the computer, soon my father will come and turn off the internet.

For some reason, it says "Pollock" all over to me. The yellow, I guess. It represents the essence of life. The woman is Death. It embraces life coldly, as if she was doing it by life's request.

I don't like this. It's not my art, not me. It's a dead shell. How to explain the difference between a man and a cadaver? It won't move. You know it won't, even if you have no proof of it. It doesn't look at you, it doesn't speak with you, doesn't tell you anything.