Well after my mother gave me a mental break down I began to working on more art and finishing up works I had intended on completing before her phone calls. https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2020/02/25/sex-scares-people-ill-never-understand/

https://adventvoice.newgrounds.com/news/post/1087075 A lot of people have suggested that I should not have been so kind to her. Since she was trying to end my work, I should do the same to her. I really did not have the heart. Though earning some money through a law suite is tempting.

Instead I allowed my writing and art to speak for me. That is the joy found in art. We don't have to yell, kick, and scream to get our way or to have our points of view understood. We just draw it. https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2020/02/26/back-to-traditions/ https://twitter.com/Articul8Madness/status/1232737876212842498?s=20

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I live in my own mind at times. In a state of perpetual, I refuse to allow others problems to define my own problems. So when others get into this mode of dysatopic tangent and refuse to believe that one's talent can drive home a message worth receiving, believing and valued by a large population of dreamers and still be seen as a positive output, without boring people to death with Bob Ross Landscapes and quilted sunshine. Well I just believe hope floats.

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I have been called evil by my mother. Hated by a generation 20 years my senior and the heap of garbage is going to continue because I decided to draw a tentacle monster with teeth and call it art. I drew a Pokemon fucking a human being and called it art. I drew the face of Jesus and suggested it should be a leg tattoo for those willing to wear it. I turned flowers into adornments for a woman's naked shoulder.

I dream weaver, and despite what you might be made to believe, I am not stopping any time soon!