is it rude to say that if you wont take the art someone else will? you're totally valid for your reason.
however while morals are great and all mine say 'oh you're the aggressor country? and this person wants nothing to do with you? cool. free art. thanks.'
sucks to be them i guess. but hey, free art yippeee.
I think you (and honestly, most ppl who didn't experience war, obv) don't really understand how trauma response works and the terrible cocktail of mixed emotions that come with things like this. Should I delete tracks of ru bands that have no lyrics and haven't been active in many years thus in no way contribute to the aggressor economy and I have lots of formative memories with? Probably not. It doesn't change the painful tingle I felt everytime they crossed my playlisy, though. The memories I made with them tangled in gruesome hindsight. Memories made in the streets of the home I cannot return to bc of the war. There's a mirriad of things like this, like shards of glass in my very fibers, cutting into me every time they cross my mind. The severed connection, broken friendships, families torn to shreds in so so many ways. It's not a voluntary response.
So, no, it's not "free art, lol"
Whenever I think about the fan art I drew for russian creators, I feel emptinеss.
It disgusts me to look at my own old drawings, into which I poured so much effort and joy as a teenager.
I loved singing songs in that language with my sisters around the campfire to the sound of a guitar, but now they are all dark, dirty stains on those warm memories.
Every time, when i see and automatically read russian text ( yeah suprise this is my first language bc colonialism) my inner voice litteraly causes phantom pain to my brain.
Poems, letters, fanfiction, notes in the margins of my sketchbook, diary entries, scribbles in the margins—everything I wrote for myself over the years, everything poisoned by what they did. And continue to do.
I don’t give a fuck about the fate of Tanyusha from rostov, who feels so sorry about how things turned out
You’re sad and you feel guilty, Tanyusha; you want to stifle that feeling by offering me a piece of art, because "красата спасьот мір"?
Swallow it.
Your piece of shit won’t heal me.
Stay in rostov and don’t become part of my shattered, "safe" world—illuminated by the flashes of ballistic missiles.
"Free art, yappi"? Nah, its not.
P.S.
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Tanya , rostov girly:
"pls dont ignore me, salty hohlushka, і didnt do anything 😢😢😢;"
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