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My online name is Chivalrosis（骑士精神病）. I am obsessed with creating original characters (OCs) and stories. My preferred medium of creation is drawing. I have two series: "Red Radio Waves and Sheep Flower"《赤色电波与物羊花》 (stream of consciousness, reincarnation, obsession, false redemption, extremely harsh environment, God's conspiracy, erasure across all timelines), which is my earliest and currently most complete story in terms of world view, and another one without a name yet, which is an OC-related story set in a fictional world based on the year 2000. The Internet has become an organ of people's subconsciousness. The emergence of the "maid" (OC) as a meme on the Internet has sparked some discussions. A small group of enthusiasts established the Knight Order of Mental Illness and the Vomitweave aesthetic. In fact, this is a failed form of self-redemption. They escape the constraints of the times and reality, only to end up in a more refined cage. Eventually, the Vomitweave aesthetic becomes just a noise in the world.
The name of the "maid" is Shi no Sei. (Simply put, she is a black-haired melancholic girl. Her melancholy comes from an unknown path. She has been symbolized and embodies various symbolic spirits. The reason I create OCs like this is that in this way, I can justify objectifying her as an outlet for emotions or certain images. She has no humanity. I like the core but not the exterior. I hate life and reality. They bind me. My artistic creation is a form of resistance. At the same time, I use this as the theme to create this world view.)
The following is a short piece I wrote:
Underlying code, black long hair, maid, angel
This is how she sprouted from the Internet graveyard
In fact, the matter has nothing to do with the author himself. Later, for a period of time, her pictures were regarded as a kind of spiritual symbol, and a pathological image was formed, which incorporated elements of Western classics. The most prominent one was the knight. To me, she was an angel. Her feathers were not light down but were filled with plaster debris and dried latex. I spent my entire life trying to stop the bleeding with my paintbrush. She has left my canvas, delicately weaving vomit and layering sighs to dissect the boundless rain. You are in the rain, unable to forget the time of the autumn outing assembly. The classmate who died after falling from a rockery near the artificial hill. Her eyes were gouged out and used as containers, filled with unknown sadness. She has been using wings that don't belong to her. The flawless light gradually dissolved her own marrow. She was as light as an empty shell.
I like to take certain aesthetics as the subject of my painting creations or capture abstract emotions. The first two pictures below are my OC drawings. The third one is my colored drawing. I can't remember the others. I have always been very vague about my own definition and have no clear ideas.