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So, to take a brief turn here from celebrating PRIDE MONTH, I wanted to address something that's come up a few times in my feed lately- artists. Specifically, artists who put so much time and effort into what they create and at the end of the day, they look at it and all they can see is how much "it sucks"...

This photo is from here, locally, in Wilson Park, featuring myself and my sweet foxxie  Krissiefox. It's the product of many local artists coming together. A beautiful thing, just beautiful, really, this photo alone cannot do the entire piece justice in my opinion. The walkways around it are bricked with tiles depicting little pictograms, assorted colored glass jewels, some have been broken. A variety of sculptures pepper the work, little statues of people, critters... On the right of this photo there's a little bridge over that tiny fish pond/fountain. Nearby are a few benches of stone, sculpted to look like giant flowers in bloom.

On one hand, it's just a pile of rocks, a bunch of little statues and sticks, mortar, time. It's had a few bits broken off. Once or twice it's been vandalized, the usual miss-spelled cursing and such.

Must not mean much, eh? It's just a vandalized pile of rocks. Not like it makes any money or anything- public park and all.

But on the other hand- it means everything.

I know from personal experience, some REALLY heavy thinking has been done in that park, on that castle. A whole mess of photos have been taken. A WHOLE LOT of sex has been had. *smirks*(no, that's not where Edgar came from, before you ask) Old friends have re-established contact. Old enemies have buried their hatchets. Some VERY big life-altering epiphanies have been had and decisions made, right there on those benches, in that tower, decisions which you're seeing the results of still on this page of mine.

There's NO way the people who made that castle could have known what their creation would inspire.

So it is with what you create.

As artists, we must take joy in what we make, the beautiful things we put into this world. We do what we do- NOT for a paycheck, not for the approval of others, not to please a bunch of people in our fetish club on discord or to appease some need of the ego, getting more little thumb icons or comments than the next person.

A couple years ago, some silly squirrel made a necklace for me- a pendant that she carved from a human sternum. Now my life is almost unrecognizable from who I was, then, my family- my worldview... Sweet Lucifer's tits, my favourite image on this site- Hands Down- is still this simple picture of a couple leaves someone who left the fandom years ago drew on a whim.

We create what we do because it rejuvenates the world- it touches people, like the cycle of clouds to rain to ground-water to vegetables, life and death- it's all a part of something SO MUCH bigger than anything we'll EVER understand from our limited perspective as finite creatures.


Maybe I'm rambling a bit now- but I hope that this helps. It's NEVER "Just Art". The meaning between the "crappy little thing" you sketch out and some random observer is likely something you may never even hear about, much less, understand. It may mean nothing- it may save their life. You will likely never know. Love yourselves and love one another. Ave Lucifer.