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Retro (Contra)

I would like to write briefly “who knows, that knows”, but maybe I’ll explain.

In my childhood there was a console, mostly known as Nes. It has game “Contra”. If you enter “up up, down down, back forward, back forward, B A, Start” on the title screen, you will get thirty lives in the game. This is also known as the “Konami code”.

I’ve been carrying this project in my head for several days, but I still haven’t found the time (or the opportunity, because of the shelling) to paint my nails. What’s more interesting – yesterday there was a heavy shelling that destroyed the local police station. So… apparently this work has found another, deeper meaning – right now, we all need those same “extra thirty lives”. It doesn’t matter, saved or not lost.

Recently, a person told me that he wants to think less about the war. To have less “war” in his life. In fact, that’s where our paths diverged. Because I don’t want to be silent about what surrounds me. I want to bring my own meanings to it, but if there is no war for her – ok. Because I live in it. So, in fact, there is no me for her.

+-

As a child, sometimes when asked “How are you?” people would answer “plus-minus”. This meant that something good or bad was happening in life.

Now a lot of things in my life are connected with electricity (in general, my ability to work depends on electricity and I get to work on an electric three-wheeled cargo scooter), but because of the shelling we have been without electricity for several days now. In my case, everything is not so bad, because I prepared the “ground of comfort” long before the war. And that’s why my house is mostly powered by the battery of an electric bicycle. Which I recently assembled. But for other people it’s getting worse, sometimes someone writes that people are “planning to leave”, but I think it’s more of a rumor, because those who wanted to leave have already managed to.

So today this is my work. So today I have a new drawing on myself…

Why Not?

I am haunted by Vinny’s words that she is scared of my hobby of dressing up as a woman. I explained to her and we understood each other that this is not a hobby of dressing up, but about creating an image that I use for shooting. That is, I need a model – and I become one. But the internal “yin-yang” are constantly dissatisfied with something, and this happened here too, when I was lying in the bathroom yesterday after creativity and thinking that… I can’t stand my dirty (after work) hands.

I feel like some kind of a wimp who walks around in torn clothes, constantly drunk, dirty. Inside, I felt disgusted by the understanding that I cannot make myself “gender neutral” after work – that is, a simple man with just clean, trimmed nails. And I went from the opposite – if there is something that gives me away as “too manly”, something should be opposed to it. So I decided to try painting my nails. Not in the sense of doing a manicure, painting everything in one colour. No. I’m talking about decorating. Today, as an example, I painted half of two nails on each hand. Because I thought it would be interesting that it would look painted on one side, and on the other “with a hint” of the fact that I cracked my fingers with a hammer somewhere, and the nail turned black.

This doesn’t mean that I will constantly and every day come up with something new – no. But if I have a desire, or if there is some design idea – I will implement it. Because this is me – it is a part of me.

I am increasingly reminded of Dizzy from Guilty Gear. I even had the idea of ​​getting a tattoo with her, on one half of the wing where Necro is, write “Saint”, on the other with Undine – “Crea”. Who knows, maybe someday…

Boat

Interestingly, when I was looking for these things – they had two purposes. The first of them is for securing a boat. The second is for securing cattle. So, when I fix this on the wall and tie myself to it – I will be something between… a boat and cattle. Am I the only one who sees a figure with a cow’s head in a boat?..

You said you wanted more..

I came to the conclusion that I don’t miss communication as much as the exchange of creative experiences. When a person shares their thoughts on creativity, you share yours – and something ripens in you from that. That is, diversity on the topic of ideas and their implementation.

Communication as such is not interesting to me now and is not needed, because it only takes up time, which I already have so little. In a certain sense, it is sad that I myself wanted more communication “about creativity”, and less about personal things, but personal things crept in from all sides and we have what we have.

“What if I wanted to break?
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do? (Woah)
What if I fell to the floor?
Couldn’t take this anymore
What would you do, do, do?”(c)30StM

I have a thought that now I will draw a picture in my head and realize it in the work that I associate with this song. More precisely, a cover of it…

Especially for this:
“You said you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I’m not running from you, from you”