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I am selfish. I am human.

I change myself, I change the world


Regret


Thoughts are the shaddows of our feelings


unfinished buildings, lost civilization

misuse of power, eternal damnation

all their fibs merely grabbed our attention

and made us realize we truly hate them

Forget it all We will become fossils


You’ve ruined something beautiful

You’ve ruined something special All the burdens you left behind

I hope you burn in Hell.


Beauty vs. the Sublime


Through the vortex of your heart, everything was rattled


Moral culpability vs. freewill


I’ve been sitting in this completely beige cell for 6 hours 22 minutes and 43 seconds (44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49)


I am nothing without my technology.


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The snake that cannot shed skin parishes


I noticed that my artwork, for the most part, correlated well with my prompts. There weren’t any drastic differences between the prompts and most of them questioned existential forces and consequential and impending doom. I mostly stuck with writing poems or letters, with an interpersonal voice reflecting about an event. The visuals acted as a mise en scene of sorts and allowed me to elaborate about what I drew in the form of a story. My favorite prompt was probably isolationism because it resulted in my favorite drawing and story. My favorite materials that we used were probably just the pencil and paper because it was very simplified and allowed me to fix my mistakes more effectively than say charcoal or paint. I took risks in most of the prompts because I went at it blind and hoped for the best. It’s always risky when you have to come up with something to write based on the artwork you create and don’t have a basis for it. Some consistencies I noticed from my artwork were that it is quite negative and also, all my characters that I draw are my own style, something I never realized before. The futility of life Lack of perception Coming of age Utopias Isolation Ways of escape Hedonism Hopelessness Betrayal Power


Toni Ilano