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"I was made redundant at the start of COVID, so had to split my time between creating still and finding a job which thankfully I managed to do - had to move all the way from southend to warwickshire!
I've been involved with NFTs for the most part of the past year, meeting people online and getting involved in cool projects and virtual exhibitions. One project was called Artvatars which are basically AI generated avatar collectibles which incorporated artwork from 70+ artists, creating thousands of unique avatars. I was honoured to be involved in that. They sold out too, as they were a limited run.
I've also started selling physical prints again on Etsy and Depop, hopefully Fy! as well.
All of this is around me still practicing my craft, trying to get better at digital art and learning how create 3d artwork. Same routine as when I came across Zanna, go to work, come home and create!
I look to do more of the same this year, challenging myself to be better at what I do and enjoy the process along the way.
Far from done."
Since participating in Issue Five, Maximilian has created numerous works across many projects which you can find on his website [some adult content]; he's recently participated in a variety of virtual exhibitions and been published in many art magazines the world over.
Maximilian started painting as a child and despite his art school training, he has maintained an instinctive approach to his work, letting his subconscious dictate his subject matter. The recurring figure of a pre-adolescent child, neither male nor female, lends a coherence to this free-form universe. Since moving to Paris, France, in 2012, his work has focused on that unripe phase of human existence when gender is still undefined and sexuality has yet to be expressed. The melancholy and reflective characters he portrays are experiencing the often difficult and painful transition from childhood games and innocence to the first upsets of adolescence and adulthood.
"I am now the Assistant Manager of Meow Wolf Las Vegas, a major art experience. It has been incredible to be a part of the opening of this huge art experience and I value the people and other artists I get to work with.
My artwork has grown as I focused more on my watercolor technique and began allowing my work to speak for itself. I even ventured back into commission work which has been fulfilling because it pushes me to challenge myself."
Shereene R fogenay
What I found was not what I expected. A girl sat in the corner, alone upon a stool. A guitar rested upon her legs, her chestnut hair just tickling its top surface. She strummed it with delicate fingers, and with each pass a beautiful new collection of notes rung out.
My determination instantly melted away, and I listened for some time. Her music washed over me, my ears lapping up every note, my eyes enraptured by the intricate motions her fingers made. Eventually the song came to an end. I felt disappointed, but assumed in a minute she’d begin a new one.
Instead, she looked up at me. Only now did I realise I was staring.
“You’re new here,” she said. Her voice was sweet and soft. For a moment I panicked, before she continued, “The regulars never stop to watch anymore.”
I tried to find words, but they escaped me.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Talemmy,” I babbled. I blamed the confusion of using an alias, but deep down I knew it was something else. I pretended to cough. I told myself to focus. “Emmy,” I managed to get out. I felt like I’d achieved a miracle.
“That’s a pretty name. I’m Jessica. Jessica Torrent.”
She made it seem so easy. Talking. I realised I was still staring. I needed to stop staring.
“So where are you from, Emmy?” she asked.
“The Mainland,” I replied without thinking.
“That figures. Your accent says as much.”
“What about you?” I asked. Three words I could manage.
“I’m local. I travel a bit though, bringing my songs to the skyles of the Southern Province.”
“You’re very good.”
The girl blushed, an eye disappearing behind her hair. “Thank you, that means a lot.”
“I mean it. You’re amazing.” Too much. That was too much.
The girl didn’t seem to mind. “You’re too kind. Do you play?”
I shook my head. I’d always wanted to learn an instrument, but my father hadn’t been so enthusiastic. A peasant’s profession, he’d called it.
“I want to, though,” I said.
“Do you want to try?” She held out her guitar.
“No one’s really listening anyway,” she replied.
I was, I thought.
Thomas H hancock
Thomas has authored multiple books and is currently working on yet more projects. Here is an excerpt from their latest work 'A Boat Called River'.
. . . See the full feature in Issue Four