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The practice of art is more often than not a lonely pursuit, and I feel most of the times artists like you and I become sold in the tired idea of the tragic lone hero that has to battle it alone to make it, which at least in my own head it leaves a stupid bitter aftertaste of individualistic brainrot.
The reality I think, is that no one really cares about the epic heroes of everyday life, no one will ever make a statue of me because I made an art piece despite trying to create under economic and social circumstances that make the road to become an artist a quixotic quest that rewards in an incredibly vast amount of ways, except for monetary rewards.

Trying to be an artist on your own is making something already hard, even harder, I was trying and failing to understand my voice and my vision as an artist, making art felt like fighting with myself and always losing, always losing.

The night I found Milo Hartnoll in my way, was the night that I was saved, and what saved me was the community that he and Denis and Hill and Seppe put together, I don’t know if knowingly or unknowingly, when I joined that discord I didn’t knew that I was being reborn, that was 5 or 6 years ago. I owe them so much I don’t even know how to repay.

Cane yo has been described as a “cult” which is hilarious because we have no hierarchy or structure, we all do what we need to do, when needed, for the good of the group, I was just thinking that this society of the individual gain loves vilifying some collective efforts by labeling them as “cults” to diminish their power, I would concede that yes, there have been groups of evil people, but these groups have in common that there’s a very rigid hierarchy with an absolute leader welding enormous power over the subjects.

I love these people with all my heart, they inspire me to become better, not for my personal gain but because a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, and if I am the weakest link I better make myself as strong as I can to hold it together.

We fell in love on the internet. Over and over again.

This was all written while battling jetlag so please excuse if it doesn’t make sense.

Enjoy some pictures of my trip.

Love,
C.
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