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Monochrome Abstraction
Rosy Myart ꩜
Resident Oracle
Architect of Detours
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Apr 6, 2024
I’m here. I make things. I write. I disrupt. I take up space. And I’m not asking for permission.
(Were you expecting something polite?)
I don’t write to explain my art. I write and take creative detours when the art isn’t enough. My stories live where things fall apart—emotionally, personally. I don’t care whether they’re beautiful. I care if they get your attention, maybe even hit something real. Sometimes, I go too far. That’s usually when my alter ego and guest persona Dorian Gray🐾 steps in. These stories aren’t here to make you comfortable. But if you’re willing to read them, they might just make you think.
Rosy Myart ꩜
Creator. Disrupter. Space Taker Upper.
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Sep 28, 2025 ∙ 2 min
Art Is Not Neutral
I don’t make art to decorate walls. I make it to disrupt neutrality and polished points of view. To drag out what you'd rather ignore and put it right in front of you.
I believe that real art isn’t neutral. It always takes a side, even if it pretends not to. Art has been used to question power, call out lies, stir anger, and sometimes spark hope. That’s the space I work in.
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Sep 14, 2025 ∙ 4 min
Cultivating Personal Growth Through Art
Art is not just a mirror reflecting society; it is a hammer shaping it. Through my work, I aim to challenge viewers to confront uncomfortable truths about inner tension, societal friction, and environmental degradation. This confrontation is the first step toward transformation. The Rosy Myart Project embodies this philosophy.
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Jul 2, 2025 ∙ 3 min
A Story from the Blurred Edge - A Subculture of One
Some of us don’t slot neatly into anything. Not into scenes, not into trends, not into tidy bios.We live in the in-between, where things don’t quite match, where ideas don’t sit still, where identities blur.
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Feb 23, 2025 ∙ 2 min
The Grim: First-Born Monsters
The first monsters, known as The Grim* , were born from ink experiments. At first, they were just marks on the page, shapeless and quiet. But then, in the blink of an eye, they sprung to life.
The first was The Silent One. It was delicate but sharp, moving with a quiet force. Its presence was subtle, yet it carried an unspoken mystery. It didn’t need to say anything.
The next born was Vengeful. Raw, untamed, with jagged lines and power. It didn’t ask for attention, it demanded it...
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