Jhinn Bay's Daemon collection carries its own vision withinin it, roughly summarized: violent oneiric-nightmares, chimerical, ██████ dysmorphia, non-functional matter, unexplained altered states wrapping in disquieting oblivion.

There are probably other aspects I'm missing I might add, just me conjuring up a retrospective critical analysis of my own work and artistic digestion. Since there are no longer any art critics left to do it for us.

As you can see it's unclear who should die when it's unclear who exists in the first place. As I spoke with you inside of Jhinn's Bay, I realized that the unknown was known, fangs were shown. The layout of the land shaped and twisted, we were inside a living organism.

I jumped through a cathedral made of old login screens. Each step loaded a new arcane truth that the sacred had sequestered inside memories of fragmented mysticism... what is life born inside a video game, who is glitching and pulsing through our childlike mind poisoned by an enemy? Yes. the devil is alive and he's inside you and me.

Why do you cause yourself so much pain? Even a demon doesn't understand. But Satan loves when we punish ourselves, and if you are ∞, you probably also know that Satan is hates his friends and followers much more than those who go against him.

Behind the scenes, this piece was sketched in rotation between myself and the absolute, the curiosity of the unlimited sunset ocean condensed in a black prism box with no light, and the warmth of the womb. Aberrations swim by us ocean, encircling open wounds with curiosity, hungry, but never sorry, the pale affliction caused by a dichotomy of deathless retribution. Easy it's like breathing, let it flow., it'll only hurt for a second.

We are the God's of our own world, master's of our minds, controllers of our cages.

Art was never a means to create "beauty" it was meant as a outlet for bending and manipulating reality, pain, and taking it all on and enduring it all. flowing continously like blood genetically altered, yet swiftly returned into the chrimson-plated plug suit capable of controlling a mechanized unicorn company that would soon be the cause of destruction tearing through you with it's claws like just another dimension.

I guess it was "cool" "edgy", "punk-rock", and "post-mortem" weirdness.

Everything comes from the Winter, when the sun is at it's lowest. Suicidal ideation is at it's highest right after the Holidays, with so many clustered together, and an anxious anticipation for his own. Money depleting, forcibly, a bad habit mixed of being obnoxious mixed with poor financial literacy. I followed Jhinn's journey throughout his entire process.

Every mask, in it's own supernatural way.... created, swapped, and phased through environments effortlessly until he killed himself again, quantum suicides.

I remember this piece as a continuation of brush explorations, a rouge outlined paired with thin strips of cloth that always seemed to come loose, and the watercolors to blend. This one specifically focused on the vibrant comic aesthetic, we are what we eat, and what we think, and what we do, and it can all change in a blink. For better or for worse.

Some reoccurring character like Super Bunny are like clay, what once started as an idle form of pure positivity was quickly transmuted into an icon for themes of betrayal. Super Bunny remains a prolific character in the mind of Jhinn Bay and he is often employed as as Easter Egg in modern work. Super bunny is meaningless, a pest, you can ignore it.

After a trip to the center of spotlight erasure memory wipes, his meds, and also his artwork became a little brighter. ██████████ - - - - - - - - - - - ██████████ .

Maybe it was just him getting over his unhealthy addiction to oxygen.

To misconceptions and low-level knowledge towards the spirits he says... Buzz Off!!!

This concludes the message.