"Omnia signification em habent
Nihil habet signification em"

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"Omnia signification em habent
Nihil habet signification em"
"PLEASURE ISLAND" | 30x40cm
Antonio Donghi. The vacationers (1934)
@museocapesaro
INTRODUCTION
Update 11 sept 2025
Hi, I’m Karla (27)
I spend most of my life writing, drawing, thinking. When I’m not doing that, I’m boxing, walking, or playing my ukulele drinking coffe—but honestly, the core of me is creating. I’ve chosen and abandoned art countless times, but it always calls me back. It’s my career and the place where I dream the most.
I once worked for two years on my first book, Bleeding Butterflies. With the help of editors I reshaped it into something that didn’t feel like mine, and I left it behind. That experience taught me the one thing I want most as an artist: blind conviction in my own vision.
Right now:
I’ve written 60+ poems (kept in a quiet .doc, for now).
I’m creating a post-apocalyptic comic about small human victories after everything has been defeated. I’ll self-publish once I have at least 10 pages.
I want to make experimental short films, and one day study at Goldsmiths in London.
I dream of traveling to Japan with my best friend, boxing more, playing covers on ukulele, and recording what I think along the way.
I’m also in therapy. Right now I’m working through avoidance, food and smut addiction, and the fear of choosing and committing to a path. What I want is a quieter, more integral life—whether I’m at the beach or in the city, at the office or working remotely, single or not, with friends or still finding them. I want conviction. I want to feel secure in my choices, and know I’m moving forward with action
What I read: magical realism (especially Japanese), absurdism, nonfiction, and a lot of manga—villainess isekai, I'm beginning with One Piece, and anything that surprises me.
What I value in art: honesty, curiosity, resilience melancholy joy
Tumblr for me is more archive than stage: a place to collect, remember, and sometimes connect. My interactions here have been uplifting, kind, sporadic—and that’s all I hope for.
I dream of being found. By the right editor, the right reader, someone who will love my work as it is. I don’t want to chase; I want to create joyfully.
In twilight realms where stars touch wings of fantasy, a feline grace dances with universe's hushed symphony.
In the grand hall of Azurith, where golden chandeliers glistened like captured stars and intricate tapestries whispered tales of forgotten times, there lived a servant named Elara. Her delicate features were a stark contrast to the opulence that surrounded her, but it was her spirit that shone brighter than any jewel in the kingdom.
Elara knelt at the feet of Lord Valerius, the ruler of Azurith. His eyes, as cold and unyielding as the marble statues that adorned the hall, observed her with an air of detached curiosity. The scent of exotic spices and roasted pheasant lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of aged wine.
The task before her was simple, yet it held a profound weight. With steady hands, she removed the polished leather shoes from his feet, her fingers brushing against the embroidered hem of her apron. Despite her servitude, there was a quiet defiance in her gaze, a silent vow that one day, she would rise above the chains of her station.
As Elara looked up, the ornate ceiling painted with celestial scenes seemed to mock her plight. Yet, in the depths of her heart, she harbored a secret—a powerful magic that could alter the very fabric of their world. It was this magic that Lord Valerius sought to control, to bind to his will, and it was this magic that would one day break the chains that bound her.
Elara's destiny began to unfold in the hall's shadows, unseen by those who held power. A destiny that would lead her through trials and tribulations, love and loss, and ultimately, to a throne of her own making. Elara was destined to become more than she had ever dreamed in the land of Azurith, where the line between servant and sovereign was drawn in blood and magic.