Hello,
They call me Yumia.
Information:
Creation, Destruction, Fabrication:
A tool which has chosen neither its means nor its end. A weaver who wove two-thirds of each of a thousand tapestries, and yet calls herself a maker of tales. A girl who sits upon a rock and plays the lute, bound by her own heart’s chains to strike tones with programmed creativity. An artist whose strokes are made from invisible ink, and an endless cavalclade of like ideas that will never be reached, but always followed.
Joy, Catastrophe, Idolization:
Undertale, Deltarune, Yugioh, Pokemon, MTG, Yugioh, something about girls kissing.
Form, Shape, Function:
What does the leaf carried by a thousand winds have in common with the stone that reaches the ocean’s deepest point? It is a journey, at least, that is what it hopes to make with its life.
Key [yumia]: the violet darkness that lies beneath, and which subsumes the feeble glow of our mortal sun. tag used for my art projects.
Key [0_0]: 0_0
