@fatassbully

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I create #experimental electronic #music and abstract photography by the name of Fatass Bully. #IDM #Ambient #Electronic #Abstract
Bandcamphttps://fatassbully.bandcamp.com
Instagramhttps://instagram.com/fatassbully
It's hard for me to see the positives in life, especially lately, so I am not gonna pretend I am very thrilled for 26. One of the not so many things that I really want to do is to preserve myself — keep creating art, find joy and wonder in everyday things, try expanding my boundaries, defend them, keep developing and expressing myself.
Life moves forward and even in the light of things to come I find it important to preserve the past. It takes time and effort but brings me peace. I try not to get lost in the past, but, as it happened before, sometimes it would haunt me. It feels pleasant to be inside but I am glad I have the ability to see when it goes too far and return.
Things went mostly as usual this/last year, but more behind the scenes.
The internet feels very shallow, insincere and artificial and mostly just annoys me. I would like to be more open, say the things that I want say the way I want to say them. I'll try that — it feels more necessary to me than even before, even though I know it's not as easy to follow that in action. Well, at least I feel that now.
Here is the photo I took today in between all the preparations. Even though today felt mostly like any normal day, I still felt the need to share something.
I can grab some things by the hand — all it does is frustrate me. A speck in my eye, a spot that would not leave me alone. No immersion, no movement. It pokes me from both sides. No chance of going back, only forward from here.
Perhaps that thought made me find beauty in loss — pushed me to allow this to be, and to seek a different meaning, one that transcends the initial impulse...
Where is the boundary between acceptance and escape?
Walking across the emptiness, rebuilding the decorations. I knew no essence of these places, and all I had, all this time, was a combination of shapes — the labyrinth I entered myself, from which I knew no escape.
Now some of its walls are crumbling, and it frightens me...
But what is reality? Isn’t it supposed to be shaped by us? What difference does it make?
I had to accept the results of interactions.
Grief turns to curiosity, but anxiety lingers.
Reconstruction is something I can do, but why? Why would I? Why do I want to?
Exercise in letting go.
This should have been like the last time, and what I was anticipating was exactly that.
What turned out, though, was a different beast.
Memory fails me. Lost places — in my mind and in reality.
Since everything took very long with the distrubution I've decided to release my album on Bandcamp ahead of streaming release.
https://fatassbully.bandcamp.com/album/okapakaria
Go check it out! I am extremely happy with how it turned out.
Opakaparia, by Fatass Bully

8 track album

Fatass Bully
I've released one track from the upcoming album!
Go check it out!
https://fatassbully.bandcamp.com/album/opakaparia