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tharphelius Status: Member Location: Rotterdam Country: Netherlands Gender: Male Type of artist: Gritty, macabre, industrial gothic artist. Registered: Apr 19, 2007 Last online: 195d ago

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My name is Sander, I am 20 years old, and I work at the helpdesk of a small sitehosting company. In my spare time I read, create art, do volunteer work and go clubbing.


My art, as you can see, offers a vista to darker, stranger worlds. My art is not very consistent. I do not aspire to greatness, merely honesty. I want to express myself and understand myself. Darkness, hopelessness, hatred and the shadow of reality particularly inspire me. I want to show the world as it really is. The black side of the world is so much larger and more interesting. I want to show myself how what we take as daily reality is largely an illusion. In the human condition there is no certainty, there is no guarantee. There is suffering, there is death, there is hopelessness and dread. In fact I am convinced our existance is something of a bizarre and twisted formation to begin with. Exploring possibilities, sensory reality becomes increasingly absurd. I want to question. I want to make clear. I do not offer answers, I do not offer explanation or even possibilities. There is only likelihood, not security. Our path leads to annihilation or hopelessness. Our perspective distorts and occludes many things. We are blind because of our position. I agree with Schopenhauer when he says much of life must neccesarily be suffering. It is not an equal balance. The world is not just and fair. It is not a happy place for most. I agree with Lovecraft when he says our view is but one of infinite; our being one in infinity; insignificant, futile, lost, fooled. I agree when Nietzsche when he says life is worth living for the sake of it! Pain and humiliation taught me meaning in meaninglessness, taught me modesty and importance. In the end, my art could be nihilistic... as it depicts and intends nothing of definately form or shape, thought or emotion. All are imperfect, all are without much comfort or meaning. They are spawn of a tired, wasted and confused mind who thinks he might like what he hears when he whispers to himself and is both inviting and oblivious of other listeners and whispers. So it must be. I might be shameless exhibitionistic with my creations; or rather, composotions, rearrangements. I don't believe in creation, but I believe in originality in the sense of original structure; a new vista, like a paradigm of art.

I am a scientist, a dreamer, an analist, a nihilist and perhaps sometimes many other things. Stability is not my profession. Thoughts are not my allies. Think too much and you will almost certainly be lost.
Those who know me can confirm I can be quite insane. I've suffered and grown. I've hated and been hated, I've damaged and been damaged. I've not experienced much. Still I am not bitter because of it. I am not suicidal or depressed. I must appearently be resiliant or numb. Life does not give me much pleasure, nor much pain anymore. Either extreme seems superficial. I am a healing masochist. I try to enforce some control. I am not a natural decision maker. Like all things, this introduction is temporary, renewable, moldable and imperfect, and eventually, obsolete.