We are not asking for permission.
Art isn't a passcode. It's not a certificate you earn when someone else says you're allowed to make beautiful things. It's not something only the steady-handed or well-funded or school-validated get to claim.
Art is a tantrum. A ritual. A cracked voice trying to say something in the middle of a storm.
And yes— art was once a toilet, flipped on its side and renamed. It was a scream on canvas, a soup can on a pedestal, a glove on a screen, a fucking glitch in a file that made someone feel something.
So if you're the kind of person who sees someone making something new and says, "That's not real art"— then maybe what you're really saying is, "I need the world smaller so I can feel bigger."
But here in this studio, we don't stomp on creativity and call it critique. We don't wear insecurity like a badge and weaponize elitism as taste. We don't gatekeep the kingdom.
You don't like a tool? Don't use it. But don't you dare try to drag someone else's voice out of their hands just because it was shaped by something you fear or don't understand.
Because every time you do, you might be killing the start of something extraordinary.
And the only chorus we will ever raise is this:
Make the thing. Use what you have. Answer to no one.