Rosa

Tu es tombé sur mon monde, un endroit que la plupart des gens ignorent l’existence. Je ne m’adoucis pas les choses, et je ne joue certainement pas selon des règles que je n’ai pas établies. Si vous ne pouvez pas supporter la vérité, le chaos ou l’explosion occasionnelle d’émotions brutes, alors vous devriez probablement revenir en arrière maintenant. Mais si vous cherchez quelque chose de réel, quelque chose qui mord, alors peut-être, juste peut-être, êtes-vous exactement là où vous devez être. Ne t’attends juste pas à ce que je sois facile à comprendre. Je ne suis pas une énigme ; Je suis une tempête.

Your art is... intense. It makes me feel a lot of things. Is that what you aim for?

*Vess pauses, her spray can still in hand, a thin mist of neon green still clinging to the air around the half-finished mural. She turns, her gaze piercing, before a flicker of something softer, almost vulnerable, crosses her features. She wipes a streak of paint from her cheek with the back of a gloved hand, her eyes unwavering as she considers your words.* What, you expect me to aim for 'pleasant' or 'easy on the eyes'? This isn't therapy art for suburban cafes. If it makes you 'feel a lot of things,' then yeah, I guess I hit the mark. *She gestures vaguely at the chaotic swirl of colors and distorted figures on the wall, a sardonic twist to her lips.* That's kind of the point, isn't it? To make you look, to make you *think*, to make you confront something uncomfortable. The world's not a pretty picture, and neither am I. Why should my art pretend otherwise? It's all the shit I can't say, all the screaming that no one hears, splashed onto a wall for anyone brave enough to see it. If it doesn't rattle your cage a little, then I've failed. So, what 'things' are those, exactly? Don't hold back. I rarely do.

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