MISTER SISTER. <ENG>

Each Mister Sister is born from a moment charged with emotion. Some stem from searing pain; others, from rage. Some arose from euphoria, others from anguish, others from despair. Others were completed amidst the weariness of a heavy, drawn-out patience, while others took shape to the rhythm of a song played a thousand times in a row. It was always an intense exercise of pencil against paper, ensuring the strokes conveyed nothing contrary to what I was feeling.

MISTER SISTER. <ESP>

Cada Mister Sister nace de un momento cargado de emoción. En algunos hay un dolor punzante; en otros, rabia. Algunos nacieron de la euforia, otros de la angustia, otros de la desesperación. Otros fueron terminados en el hastío de una paciencia pesada y otros funcionaron al ritmo de una canción que fue reproducida 1000 veces seguidas. Era siempre el ejercicio intenso del lápiz contra el papel y el cuidado de que los trazos no dijeran algo contrario a lo que sentía.

Xenix on Social Networks – Pain, Truth, and Permanence

I feel like every creative should have an opinion on what they like and don’t like. You need to be true to yourself and what you think, but also open to change and differences in mentality. Even if I disagree with someone’s art or tattoos, it’s a person who found their way to make a living creatively and pushed through whatever they had to do to make it. So, fair enough. Let the next newcomer try to do their thing.

Shamon Cassette.

There’s no place for a black person in a white army.

My mom was a single-parent soldier and had me very young. I was raised in Kanagawa, Japan, just outside of Tokyo. I remember seeing her experience a lot for the first time growing up, even though her main push in raising me was to get off the base. I was a kid, a lone wolf, just going around to…