Writings

“They are not human. They don’t have feelings. They don’t bleed. They can produce a nice outcome, yet they skip all the living process, the process that is shaped through life”.
“Really? What even is life?” She asked, with a smug smile.
“You don’t know what life is? It’s unfortunate that you don’t have it to understand the difference between a living being and a machine. Your life must be as lifeless as theirs”.
I decided to become an artist no machine can mimic, to be more painterly and humanly. My paintings bleed and cry. They have skin that is layered with failure, mistakes and disturbing stories. You can never see what’s under those layers.