“Where Love Resides”, or “How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Art”

by dongalaxy

I’ve been chewing on this all day and if I am to continue down this strange creative path, I must be willing to accept my own work for what it is: a product of my imagination. We are surrounded by so much horror and violence and sadness in this world… If I create something that reflects this in an unusually intense way, what harm could there possibly be?