What does it mean to be an artist in 2026...
So you want an art career in the big 2026? Well, good luck. We are in the Ai era, everything is ai. The reels you see, the peoples inside the big corp adverts, everything is fake.
Make you wonder if we are fake too, just bots going to the motions other people choose for us. Be born, go to school, take an useless degree to be replaced by other artificial things. Rinse and repeat. we are all bitter, bitter about the job we don't have, bitter about the job we do have and the bitter because we don't have the life and world we were promised.
maybe it's better like this. Maybe it's better to be just a number in an immense world of 0 and 1.
Life is so full and we are missing most of it by following the world trends.
Once upon a time there was a lonely wolf, walking through the forest. The wolf was big, but weak, it hadn't eaten for a few days and was in search of an easy prey.
walking and walking in the big forest he found a stream, where a little lamb was drinking, the wolf thinked "Ah, here comes my filling.", but when he had him under his paws the lamb started to tremble and cried out: "Oh please wolf, don't take my life, 'cause I am young and didn't see anything of this world but my mom and this stream".
The wolf took pity on the young life, because he was old, and had seen many harsh winters and moons on his path. For once, the wolf, choose kindness. The little lamb scurried off, and the wolf drinked his filling in water.
Winter came and with it its harshness. The wolf was hungry and approached the land of the lamb. He was old, and creaky, and the cold was harsh on his paws. The lamb sensed him for far away, the same fear he had on the stream that day took over his body, still little, still new to life. He cried and cried, and the man who was the owner of that land, heard him and came out.
Bang. Bang.
The lone wolf, now wounded to death, watched the lamb, while the snow tinted red:
"Why did you cry little lamb? For I am old and just wanted to hunt on this land."
"'Cause I was scared, and I'm still new to this life, but I know better than trust the same wolf two times."
The wolf stilled. His fur becoming cold. Because some acts of kindness are better left undone.