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What is the point of art if you make it only to appeal to algorithms, porn-addicts, and brain-rotted-zoomer babies?
Really, what is your point? Why is your art? As you all race to the finish line of two-second dopamine hits, cheating your way through art, looking up all the shortcuts, do you ever stop to ask why you feel compelled to do it in the first place?
Personally, I think art has beomce cluttered, overrun, mildly desecrated by zoomers looking for a quick hit. Go on, draw more big titty anime wiafus in a white void—draw more shitty, uninspired fanart of characters you only pretend to care about because it gets you hits. Go on. Be another generic, soulless, artist that perfroms for social media the same way a prostitute performs for Johns.