Self Portrait

Good evening, my illusory readers... On this night of nights, in which darkness seems to seep out of every corner, like blood coursing down the river of a village after a battle in a faraway field, I find myself ecstatic to share with you my piece de resistance... A self-portrait, featuring none other than the evilest of emperors, drawn by none other than the harbinger of Hell! ...In case my vivid wording left you befuddled, those two are one and the same, the one who will soon sit upon the umbral throne, the one and only Trevor Ushiromiya himself! Yes, for the first time, this wicked blog shall feature a visual, an image, crafted by mine own condemnable hand... Feast your eyes on this PNG - Painfully Nefarious Graphic!

Keh-heh, I can see that you are amazed, astonished, astounded, and confounded at how profound this artwork's true form is... It wouldn't have killed you to clap, but I understand all too well how it feels to stand frozen in the face of unforetold aesthetic brilliance... Admittedly, it is far from comparable to anything that my wretched older brother was capable of producing, but comparison is well-known as the inconspicuous murderer of joy, after all!

Personally, I am rather pleased with the face... I believe it truly conveys the melancholic and introspective mood that I often find myself in as I contemplate on the many facets and details relating to our lives... However, far be it from me to frame this as a perfect piece. Nay, the reality is that all art is of equal value when gazed at through eyes of intellectualism... Your art, my art, the Grauerprinz's art, and even the rather juvenile art of a certain soldier... The artwork of a finger painting made of wet mud coated like damp slime around the hands of an infant child, and the beautiful frescos painted by Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino that plaster the ceilings of divine buildings in the Vatican... All are created with the intent of conveying human emotions and experiences, and this fact provides veracity to the notion that they therefore all contain worth as art pieces. Yes, the beauty of art comes from the intentionality of the details or lackthereof, the motivation behind creating it in the first place, as well as the experiences of the soul that created it! Even if my drawings were the worst in the entire world, damned to adorn the halls of Hell itself, I would continue to create... Because what I create embodies the will of Trevor Ushiromiya, and that will shall never fade!