The distance of the ants -vices and virtues of a regrettable experience-

-Once Upon a Time!- was a project I was working on untill one month ago. Now -O.U.T.!- finished to be runt. Sometimes things like these finish, they finish exausted for a misunderstandment, harmonized by intellectual differences or a lack of trust. They decade for a a privilege mostly, that all the believers in the old Bible of the Old Capitalistic view are thinking to represent, to personify and to handle. It is something that sounds like this : I will fuck you, because I allready fucked many before and you represent just a benefit more in my bank account. You know why this people is going to die with nothing in their hand more than a good prayer from a priest -by the way, paied for being there-? Because they are part of an establishment that grew up waisting the life of entire communities, families, writers, artists, engineers, teachers, with a not so subtle mechanism of esclavage. The freedom from provincialism is purging most of the boogey mans of this category and if still they stand it means that it's not enough the position, the people's choice between creating human value and esclavage to these incredible old dinosaurs. This project died for lies made for covering other lies and again and again and I should be frustrated just because I didn't trust my instinct and I got on for two months even if it was all smelling burned and maybe the house was allready in flames.
-O.U.T.!- had all my attentions, I made a lot for making a solid creative image of that brand, but I was working for a poor idiot. So all the artworks came back warpspeed. Now people can watch them here or by private mail and all in this little community around this blog with their kind words makes me feel I don't have to give up for what happened (thanks Henna, Yann, Marino, Ursula, Holger, Alberto, Richard,Andrej and all the wonderfull others).
I'm honestly gratefull.

Thanks Really a Lot You All


Yours


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