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Death is equal to love (Quite equal)

   Death is a hunter for some. For others, it's just another humiliation in this life, preventing them from being something worthwhile, shortening lifes time even further. But death is the moment when love manifests itself most. Love in the most clichéd form of purity, but love in the general sense, because as I said, I don't understand much about love (and for me, it's not a very important thing... but that's a topic for another day, hehe), a love that involves friendships, brotherhood, the simple yet grandiose solo presence, and even romantic and familial love. In the moment of loss , you realize how much you loved the presence of that departed being. In the moment of loss, you realize how much you loved the presence of that departed being. How artistic they were with their way of speaking, bringing harmony to your family or just to you, moving, etc. And then, you begin to carry that being's life with you, immortalizing their existence. Life and death are th...

Who I'm

 

I'm Sangrenta (Bloodymary), a dark artist and creator of the philosophy Inexistência (Inexistence): a new philosophy that sees existence in a more artistic way. My paintings (and digital art) are parasites that torture you with your own life to transform it into art, like sphinxes questioning you with seemingly difficult questions, but whose answers can be found over time, not in an instantaneous way that forces you to be perfect and know everything about yourself and the world, as other philosophies often, unintentionally, demand. "Be art, be dead" is the idea of my philosophy: to be dead to the world that makes you insignificant so you can focus on your own world, where you can control and better understand the meaning of your own life (art). My parasites always appear at the right moment for those in need of philosophical "help," and they carry and immortalize many stories and lives out there. They immortalize the art of many I've spoken to, from those who see themselves as monsters to those just starting out in life. My philosophy is the embodied desire of these arts to be found and understood, while I am merely the artistic ghost that haunts heavy minds in need of a cleansing from the mysterious existence.

The theme of my art is motorcycling and the desire of many arts to be found by their hosts.

I don't talk much about myself; I'm definitely a ghost who enjoys listening to other people's stories and carrying them around. Some artists use art as an extension of themselves or as a way to express their feelings, but in my case, my parasites are beings different from me who adapt to those who need them most. Beings who know you better than you know yourself but don't humiliate or delay showing you what you need to see and hear.


I've already participated in one of the editions of Creator magazine (Revista Creator - A brazillian art magazine and gallery) and was evaluated by critics as an artist who is "obscure and intriguing," and I also had a 3D exhibition in their online gallery. I've already had two 3D exhibitions in the online gallery TelaeGallery.art.



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The most visited Parasite

Be art, be dead - Dead to the insignificance

      "Be art, be dead" -  It's common to say that life is cruel, that life is this or that. But then, if you stop and think about it, even what's called "help," like religion (any religion) or some philosophies like Sartre's existentialism , which places the weight of total freedom on your shoulders, also screws you over a bit. They all have a good point, but they always leave you in a gigantic insignificance while only the rest is beautiful. My parasites, my paintings, help you think lightly about your own life and help you separate the grandeur of the universe from your innocent existence. Being dead to the life that forces you to be pathetic, being an art unto yourself. A masterpiece that is also part of the universe. A small, walking universe.    This is the movement of my art: being dead to the world you don't belong to and don't control. Being the masterpiece and the artist who transforms the joy of living by being aware of, and not ashame...

The surreality of death and the realism of life

That Chaos—Nature, God and gods, Demons, and perfection and imperfection. The death that gave life to existence. Inexistence , in terms of reality, is the culmination of being the silence of this chaos. Simply enjoying your own world, understanding your own time and moments of connecting to worlds outside yours and how you can't control these worlds (nor be the artists of these worlds), being something that always gets in the way of everyone (but always defending your own innocence and dignity), and being something that can be aware of its own weaknesses and simply allow everyone to exist and talk to you about their problems and their lives (remembering that you shouldn't solve certain problems for others, but rather help), and simply speaking to them without expecting something "real" to be lived. Life is the realism of a masterpiece, artistically speaking, not philosophically, where even the most stupid or simple detail transforms an entire space into something incr...

God's Unfinished Work

  I don't have any religion, but I still enjoy listening to the stories and even reflecting on them sometimes. In fact, one of the things I always think about when it comes to God is this idea of making everyone special, with unseen or unpredictable destinies. If you think about this sometimes or often call on God, I'd love to discuss it with you.If for God we are unique and each of us has a different destiny, what does God gain from this? What does this "mission" add to the existence of this "being"? Comment below on the blog! The " soul ," the essence of a being, is a copy of another being; it's not perfect. A sculpture of blood is meant to be a unique creation, definitely divine, because when it comes to God, it makes sense to me that we are pieces of him, each personality or form of him, making "him" also imperfect and his existence. A paradox that can still expand to something beyond it. The unknown is not impossible to know, ...