Hey my people. I know time is short and you have a cake in the oven blah blah blah but I opened my Etsy shop again and gonna make some more hand-cut (analog!) collages for download.
Oh the delicious irony, eh? I make hand-cut collages (no AI) and cut my fingers with X-acto blades while sniffing glue I use to attach all the WTF to the canvas or a piece of card stock, and THEN I take a stunning photo of it using a digital camera and sell the visual as a digital download on Etsy for buyers to print out at home using their computer-y printers. You see the problem, as one of my old professors used to say during lectures in a really dull class, like, every minute.
So. Go take a look at my little Etsy shop where you will see the problem but it will be called “art.” And FFS buy something ($10, but Etsy takes a cut so I get less than that), and then say something polite in a review, just like I had to when I was a wee chile and mom made this crockpot concoction of chicken thighs drenched in a white coconut “sauce” that was like Elmer’s tropical glue. It was for big dinner party with Important People. They all made polite remarks. SO you can too.
Mom never made the stuff again, but I’ll try find the recipe for you. Or I will “reimagine” it.
Some call “reimagining” a traumatic experience “PTSD.” I dunno.
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