Wana fite cunt? I giv ya one!
Art is subjective, there are no rule’s nor are there real key guideline motives behind it. If you went up to an artist and asked him or her opinion on: What is Art? They wouldn’t even know themselves, as it’s something you feel inside you and impulsing you to do something or create something. Each person has their own view on what it means to paint a painting or to compose a song. Some take art as a way for people to express to just using it to make a quick buck. Others though do it as a cry for help, a continuous way that they vent at people about a message, a meaning. What is a story without a plot? So what is art without motive?
Anders always had that type of eye, he was born into a middle class family in the late 90’s and wasn’t he proud to be a 90’s child. Brought up on the morals of Toy Story and taught about meaning of friendship in Monsters Inc. Being the only boy in the family after his father died at a very young age, Anders was always trying to find that male figure in his life, while at first it was in his young years Sally the Monster to his favourite superhero Batman in his early teens, he was always looking and learning.
There was no real issue with his family, besides the size and lack of that male Role Model, his mother would take up most of the burden in raising him up. By the time Anders was 5 most of his sisters that he had for company had left the house to study at university. His mother was an accountant and would regularly put him in a playschool along with other children, but something never clicked. He would always like how his sisters would act, what his sisters saw was the norm and the right thing to do. In his young age, hugging another male was fine no? If his sisters did it all the time why couldn’t he? Children are so hurtful at a young age, they do not think before they act and just say their thoughts before they even consider the others feelings, and That's how Adam felt and was treated most of his life, under constant judgement from the norm.
He grew up with regular grades, even though he wasn’t the smartest kid in class he always had a nack in observation skills and a great skill in social presentations or social skills. He always enjoyed sitting in the middle of the classroom, not too close to the teach but neither too close to the end of the classroom, where all the “cool” kids sat and as time flied by so did Anders imagination, slowly getting the hand of a pencil and paper, learning to draw exceptionally well at a young age.
It was his way that he could express himself, a way that was praised by everyone for his work without the need for talking as he always struggled to find words for the moment. Why talk when you can write? Why explain when you can draw? Why make a fool of yourself and rush when you can take your time?
I arrived after the civil war and served as a translator for the armed forces that occupied the country. As both the north and the south really struggled to want to talk to each other..and the social divide between both cultures was stronger than ever. It was good to have a middle man. I served as a civilian if anything, talking out issues between both parties and for the armed western forces that where occupying the country. Thanks to my upbringing with my parents I had a nack with languages and showed a great interest in slavic culture/ languages I learned Chernarussian and Russian at a young age. I remember I would work on the beach front at a tourist stool, asking each person that crossed my store "Where they where from". I would gather accents, languages and especially the Russians. I learned it was important to give them distance and space while letting them be as direct as possible. They are a type of people who feel constantly threatened. Ironically the Chernarussians and the Russian culture share a lot of traits between each other (Yet you would never say that directly to one of their faces).
I worked with the armed forces for 4 years in Chernarus and eventually moved in and worked directly with the Chernarussian armed forces as a full on interrupter and translator. Living so long with their kind you kinda begin to like their culture and heritage. (WIP)