Eugene Bird

[He\They] I make weird stuff. TW: eyestrain. Read the pinned post

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Guess, should I make a general explanation before I start posting.

Hi! I am Eugene Bird - silly digital artist! I make some illustrations based on my lore and characters and, long story short, I love to share thoughts and ideas by using art as a media! Some general warnings: - I create vivid and eyestrain art time to time! - Imaginary religions - Drawn bl00d and human "anatomy atlases" - I will put extra TW if required Take care I hope you will enjoy this journey with me! :D

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Art Trade. Huh...

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An egoist, a man of letters, playing God. In a word, Walter.

If we're talking about his personality, then his ego is pretty much based on a fear of being rejected or thought of as less than others, so he sort of builds this charismatic and arrogant persona around himself. Probably, this "self-love" thing shows up in little things, like how he dyes his hair dark gray to cover up his gray hairs. His hair used to be that dark when he was younger.

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Aliens are not real, bros. My bro alien told me that.

Art Trade with a very cool person, ehehehe. Yeah, I take AT :D

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"...about egotism and parasites"

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Calculations tells no lies.

Computer vision is an interdisciplinary field that deals with how computers can be made to gain high-level understanding from digital images or videos. (Wikipedia)

The world that exists only in the head of one psychotic with bipolar disorder (yes, it's about Walter), in itself is only a part of this psychotic, a part of his mind, if you will. In other words, this God is the world. Everything in this world is the product of his mind. Does this mean that every object in this world is that different: the table you are sitting at, the coffee you are drinking now, the apartment you live in, the air you breathe, the flesh of your own body – everything is the embodiment of this God? All of this is Him. It makes me feel uneasy. The only thing that saves Martin Finch, one of Walter's characters, from an existential crisis is the deaf white cat Alistair, whom Martin picked up on his way to work one day.

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This fever dream begins.

Walter Brighting was a writer, who is trapped in his own fictional world now. Being a "god" for the characters of his stories, he sometimes breaks down into thoughtless actions. What should he "tell a story" in which the world burns to the ground, leaving its inhabitants suffocating in ashes and soot? Wrap it in a neat metaphor that conveyed certain philosophical sayings, and the deaths would be justified. Is it convenient? And you can always start the story over and over again. A new story that can develop however you want. That's what Walter lives with: the world is his work, his story, and he can do anything with it in the name of artistic meaning. Or just for fun. Still, being trapped in your own imagination, you have nothing else to engage yourself with. For him, it's like being grounded in own room: all your toys are waiting patiently. You can do whatever you want. But you're not coming out of here. By the way, Walter doesn't remember who he was before all this, before he ended up here. He calls himself a Proctor.

One random silly fact. "Walter" used to be my design for TSP Narrator, but my brain had developed a completely different story around him, so I have decided to separate him completely from the fandom and just develop my own story.