This piece represents both me as an artist & the community. Creating the art has helped me express myself, and it feels exactly like looking at myself looking through a slightly opened door. But the NFT community are also escaping something. You are like the octopuses in a prison built for fish. You are the children who wake up late at night and go downstairs to look outside instead of going into your parents’ rooms.

Octomint is like you. We are trying to build a career and a life. We are not money, we are not art school (we just finished grad school). Octomint is losing a job. Octomint was discouraged from pursuing art. We are warped, we have lost apendages, and we have grown them back anew. You want Picasso-style 'draughtsmanship?' Eat shit! You want provenance? Go to Paris! You want 'authenticity?' Eat more shit. You want love and hate and sex and violence and real people art? Come home to octomint!