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theft
OF MY STYLE.
i feel violated, like my mind has been hacked. its horrible. people at school are straight up copying my shit - not taking aspects of it, just straight copying. if i was a writer what they are doing would be illegal. im fucking upset. i feel like crying, but i feel more like hitting. then some other bitch has begun to draw my monsters.... anyone who knows me will\would understand what those monsters are to me AND SHE FUCKING STOLE THEM. i helped her set up her fucking portfolio. my mind has been raped. i felt uncomfertable doing work at school today. and its my only place to produce art. i realize we go to art school to look at other peoples work and be influenced by it, and i agree with this 100 %, but you dont take someones sense of compisition and their fuckin line quality and mark making and fucking medium and reproduce the same shit they are just because the teacher said "look at this see shes stepping out of the box and being origional, developing a style" and then i was all grumpy and in a slump for the rest of the day, and i hate that. and it took a while to get out of it, with some tickles and smiles and wonderful kisses. but now that i have time to think about it again, i cant even open my sketchbook right now im so angry. |
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