Canvases are expensive, and when an artist is on a limited budget we do a couple of things. We expel our artistic emotions onto smaller, cheaper canvases while saving for the big canvases we want. We also scour the stores constantly for sales.
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I have been working on elements for an interactive art piece that I’ve been mapping out for about five years. It will be a piece which my intent is for someone to be able to stand in front of for a very long time, diving in, there will be so many elements. I hope it will be felt and experienced for many decades to come and maybe generations, if even in my own family. Whatever it is, it’s coming out. Because I couldn’t afford the canvas, I have been focused on creating the elements that I’ll be using, and I have a long way to go.
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I’ve been scouring the local art shops for a good quality, large canvas every now and the , that special canvas which will hold up the vision I have. They’re usually 50 dollars or more. Well, guess what? Patience pays off, my friends! I scored this today at a fall sale for TEN DOLLARS!
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Hold your vision, creatives. Don’t give up on it just because you cannot yet afford it. Scrape your dollars into a jar, and just you wait. Follow your instincts. When I had a thought of, “Stop here.” I listened. Lo and behold my canvas was waiting. That instinct is magic! Never ignore it. 💫
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I am a seer. I carry no crystal ball. I feel it all, the whispering vibrations of energy passing, a consistent inspiration for craving quiet.
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I am an integrated introvert immersed into the colors keeping my sanity intact for the moments of extroversion when I must use my verbiage to deliver the truth of the things evil ones do.
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Seeing does not always happen in the eyes. It lives in the fingertips, the senses, the smells and sounds that surround my skin. I dive deep inside the layers, following the trails to the hidden spaces, the places where the secrets hide inside.
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Into the darkness I dive, fearless. To bring my light.• 𝒱𝑒𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒 𝒦𝑜𝒸𝓈𝒾𝓈
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You cannot stop me. Gun to my heart. I am tearing your sordid web apart. Reckoning is understated. Your systematic thoughts and theories are outdated.
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You cannot stop me. Pray till you die. The last breaths of misery are your final goodbye. I won’t hold your penance, but I will be your redemption. Accountability the choice if you still hold the hope.
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You cannot stop me. I will never expire. I will live on long after I retire this planetary mire of dust and human demons who spend their lives scheming, enslaving and craving evil. We are here for soul retrieval.
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You cannot stop me. My gifts are too great. My heart is too bright. This life is a fate I embrace. I will walk into the fire with a lipstick smile, holding the match to make sure you don’t attempt to track back and bring your wicked past.
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You cannot stop me. Never forget, the cries and weeping, the bruises seeping blood to skin as you grinned, god’s work. You did it dirty. Some say salvation is possible. I say for the those who spread the viral gospel, there awaits a dark matter of eternity; no rebirth after the death. You will not stop me.
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My flesh holds the cells of my mother and my father, aching with generations of pain, struggle, worry and conversion. This life has been serious. Even in moments of laughter, beneath my skin I am captured by the still sadness of the dismal pools existing in the atmosphere.
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This is not depression. This is expression. This is not sinking into mires. This is the revealing the generations of liars using power to enslave the minds and souls of human hearts.
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My skin holds the music of my ancestors, played long before their spirit fell silent. I listen to the whispers in my cells, calling me home within myself. I am the laughter of beautiful babies and the tears of every hurting child. I am my own actions and my own accountability. My hands hold self forgiveness. My heart holds the love of infinite suns.
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𝒱𝑒𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒 𝒦𝑜𝒸𝓈𝒾𝓈
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When a child is defiled, it changes our biology. While in Sam Fife’s Move Of God Cult, I already suffered multiple head traumas from beatings by the age of five. Still, I’m sometimes mocked because I struggle with memory. From flighty, to flakey, called a liar, the level of victim blaming/disregard for my experiences has been next level and worse, used to take advantage of me. Those days are over.
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As a post-cult teen, my mother was violent. She grew up neglected and abused by her mother. A cult recruiter spent years mind controlling her until she left my father to hand over her children to a violent cult. That’s how deep mind control goes.
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As a post cult teenager, she backhanded me so hard I had countless busted lips from my teeth cutting the insides. It should be noted she never hit us before the cult got ahold of her. She once trapped me behind a bedroom door at 15 years of age, punching me in the head and face as I tried to shield the blows. My older sister pulled her off of me. The stories go on and on.
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When I was incarcerated at 18, mother spent her visits weeping about where she had possibly gone wrong for this to happen to HER, as I sat staring back, wearing my TDOC uniform, white stripe down the side, prisoner 120406. I was the one behind bars yet consoling my own mother.
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This has been my life, invisible impairments ignored by those who should have listened and understood why I view the world and react to things the the way I do.
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I was in 2 domestically violent adult relationships. The 1st, I was called stupid, a dumb bytch, and much worse. The 2nd, my head was slammed against a wall repeatedly, and I was choked. Between the ages of 3 and 30, I experienced more head trauma than I can count.
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So, if you don’t understand me, or I seem confusing at times, consider this.
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You listen to this; the words. This is the mind of a pedophile who looks like your average teacher, uncle, pastor, dad, librarian, store clerk, whatever you want him to be, one thing he doesn’t appear to be at first glance, is a monster, until you hear his words. These are the thoughts that go through a pedophile’s mind while they are speaking “loving” words of grooming. These are the fantasies going through their heads when they try and normalize themselves as a fetish. Never forget these are psychopaths and they will never change. They must be eliminated from this planet.
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