You come looking for “community,” then build one locals can’t afford, don’t enter, and frankly don’t need.

Questioning is, and should be, the place of reason. The fact that questioning has become almost taboo should send a chill down everyone’s spine.

Right now, as humanity falters in Palestine, art feels like one of the few ways left to scream into the void. I have nothing left but to vomit emotion onto canvas when the world fails. One thing is certain: Gaza will haunt us forever.

Portugal Rent Crisis: Vomiting about Gentrification, Expats & Unaffordable Housing

This painting is for a generation paddling in shallow water, afraid to dive. Say what you want - but what’s the point of youth if you don’t burn a little? If you don’t overdo it, lose control, make noise, push past the line just to see what’s on the other side?

Maybe this won’t earn me any popularity points, but let’s be honest - boobs aren’t exactly trending these days. With all the skinny-body, diet-obsessed vibes floating around, they’re often the first thing to quietly vanish.

This piece right here? The first one. Doesn’t need much explaining. I’m still stunned at how easily fundamental rights were tossed aside, wrapped up neatly in the excuse of “safety.” And how quickly people fell in line. Anyway. This episode is over. But my take on that whole Corona farce? Still very much alive. Nope. Not with me.