Black Kai

You'll find my work; drawings, comics, ilustrations and texts.

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How do I want my world to be?

I want to be a great designer.

I want to be a great illustrator.

I want to be able to live off exclusively of my art.

I want my art to have no boundaries, and have no clients to tell me how they want to sell their stuff.

Im tired of my art having to have a purpose. But I don’t create otherwise.

I need to focus more on the things I really need to give priority to.

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He started writing on a piece of paper he found laying around.

"When I was younger everything was easier. I always loved to create, but lately, and by lately I mean in the last 5 years or so, I felt crumpled by my life. Adulthood can take away a lot of joy in creating any form of art."

Kai pauses, and looks at the paper. Next to his hand holding the pen, a shinny tear fell, and is now staining the surface. He resumed.

"I am the Black Kai. Or am I? I don't know anymore. Have I ever even been Black Kai?  Do I care? I deffinitly dont care about you. I only care about my world, deep inside of my head. If we met, I'd probably think you are stupid. I generally do that. I think I am stupid too. This text is stupid. And it is ok, because I don't give a shit. This is my world, and in here, I don't give a shit about you."

Kai gets up in anger, turning the paper into shreds as he throws the remains against the wall.

- In here, I can't feel the rust of the chains on my wrists... No... Not in Here.