I got very disillusioned as an artist in 2025. Not because of AI, but because of the way the people's creativity is pulverized through a meat grinder of algorithms to dish out as a product to a stressed out consumer. It's affected the beauty I can see in the world, and my own art greatly.
Tokenin
@tokenin.bsky.social
They/them, 34, NZ. Follow my patreon for FREE behind-the-scenes ramblings of my artwork and learning: https://www.patreon.com/cw/tokenin
She chose to go another way, away away, from all of this. 🌱🌿🌳 . . .
i’ve been drawing illustrations fueled by frustration lately, but it doesn’t provide catharsis. I just feel sad.
Lately there's this feeling I keep Coming Back to, so I go to the place where it makes sense. "Oh, here again?", the creatures say, and I respond, "Yes, if I may."
i'm glad i found you, love of my life, now Carry Me Into Dust . ⭐🌸🌙
and finally, when i ran out of things to do, i could rest Under The Leaves . . . 🍃🪲
i feel ike i need a monthly support group to talk about climate change and plastics in my country.. i can stay informed on my own but i need community to make my heart strong.
okay i can now do dishes if i have a cloth in front of me that i can wipe my wet hands on every 2.5 seconds :)
if i take a little less, and give a little more, i think it'll grow a garden, and we'll have a place for us all . . . 🌷🌼🌷🌼🌷
All I love is here With Me, thank you for these little things . . . !🐛🍓🌸
Those moments, they stick to me, Fickle Feelings, memories . Thank you for staying and comforting me. 🌸🐞
I'll help you and you help me, because I love you. Three Friends . ⭐
🐛 A treat for me that I get to see, The Insect House, on my daily walk . . . 🪲
Treasures of life around me; tasty, pretty, bright, and new. Many Wants rise up inside, to sample just a few . . . 💎🌸⭐🐉⭐ 🌸💎
So I want to make merchandise of my art, BUT: - I can't assure that the working conditions of the people making the merch are good. - The factories that make the kind of merch i want have a way weaker dollar than my country. /1
Joyful Seasons and Small Feasts. 🌸💟🍃 The abundance of the place around me, I hope will never cease . . . ! 🐛🍒🌻
I feel parts of me drift up, up, and away, My Body, Mind, Soul, I call back to stay . . . 🌸🌀☀️
Changing Composition, I become new . But you're still with me all the way through . 🌸💟
As it turns to dusk at the forest market, you approach a vendor's stall. They are selling . . . some Good Sticks. 🌲🍃🐛