Villain Stuff

Villains… bad, mad, crazy enemies of the good people’s society…? Or, perhaps merely an eccentric voice of reason, advocating raw existence? Well, that would be my definition, my artistic label, which I am promoting here with words, visual art and design.

Villains transcend beyond social rules and confinement… they live above them.. Taking without asking… cheekily mocking the law. In this life, really, you gotta have a sense of humour.

I was born a rebel, or perhaps an alien placed here by some kind of accident. My childhood was never safe or innocent, but oh so high and so playful. I was often left to wander around by myself, meeting the most interesting strangers along the way, so I never really learned the little degrading rules the other little girls were conditioned into. In fact, I realised how false and ridiculous they were and fought them as young as I was five or so, realising that most humans really were dumb beings. Always heard that I was wildly inappropriate. Oh and nothing has changed.

Always been attracted to the forbidden, testing the boundaries, got punished a lot, but then again, rewarded so many times. Life at the edge is exciting. I love to have fun, carefree, deep, interesting fun, And this is a battle. Because when you are out there, literally, like a butterfly, buzzing, exploring, charming, flirting, enjoying your freedom, they appear from everywhere; the vessels; the jealous, negative folks, eagerly trying to puff out your light, plucking out your wings with their ignorance, jealousy and narrow views. The rumours they had been spreading about me sometimes are wilder than fiction. They deliberately try to put you down. Drag you down to their own little place of misery. And sometimes, it really kills your vibe, does it not?

Well, show them some insanity. Play with them. Like my poem ‘Ravin’ Mad’, a little madness sets you free. It scares the shit out of them. Also, be way smarter than them. Educate yourself. Grow your mind, train your body, eat smart, learn how to kick ass… Bring out your super villain. Age is the trap that they manipulate you with. ‘Growing up’ means giving up, and joining the crowd’s bitter half-life existence. Explore until your last day. There is nothing more liberating than feeling the inner child. Like, forever.

You CAN create your own reality. Make your own movie. And this is pretty awesome. Do I have a luxurious life with a big car , big house and a oh so harmonious family… ? Hell no. That’s not real life to me. I live in a strange, surreal film, a black comedy, a supernatural sci-fi, a messed up joke, a parody, definitely a Harley Quinn cartoon… and that I love. I want sexperience, passion, a little self-destruction…. and that I definitely get over and over again. Like a cat, I love to roam the empty alleys at night… you never know what you gonna meet. Could be interesting, or not so pleasant. I live to gather experiences, creating as many moments and moods as possible. Life that is deep and dangerous is way more exciting than rich, material happiness. And hey, the good thing is, getting dirty and gritty is easy, anyone can succeed at it.

I grew up side by side with the red-lights. I always liked the raw, outcast and yet, tragic, atmosphere here. I’ve been ehm, ‘dancing’ as well and been involved in all sorts of naughty businesses… and I mean all sorts… yeah what can I say, I’m a natural 😉 na ah, no further infos 🙂 Nobody has a real name or status or age here. You just are. Even though you play a bizarre game. When you can hide your given identity once in a while, you can be your real self. And that to me is liberation.

Of course these days we are all caught up on the internet, kinda trapped in a web of passive non existence. Where nothing matters anymore. I really want to see a life back on the streets, back to real existence. With connections that matter.

In the end, it’s all a game, baby. Keep playing. Live by your own rules. Be a villain.

A typical day I can relate to 😉