Love demands madness.
The Story Behind the Render
They said I looked stressed.
They told me to go out more, party, hook up, “live a little.”
They said this: me being glued to a laptop and chasing something invisible would drive me crazy.
And maybe it is. But if this is madness, then I welcome it with open arms.
What they don’t see is this: I love what I do.
And real love? It demands sacrifice.
It asks for sleepless nights.
It requires obsession.
And it doesn’t care if anyone else understands.
This love is not for the world.
It’s not to impress, or prove, or win.
It’s mine.
And I would rather waste my life doing what I love than spend it on things that never felt like home.
I’ve shared my dreams before.
And every time,
Someone felt insecure.
Or tried to drag me down.
They told me to quit.
To “grow up.”
To let go.
But I won’t.
Even if I get nothing from it.
Even if the only reward is this render sitting quietly on someone’s screen.
If you’re reading this, that’s enough for me.
My art reached you.
And that means everything.
Why It Exists
This piece exists for the ones who’ve been told to stop.
To slow down.
To be more “normal.”
But they can’t.
Because what they’re building is bigger than comfort.
It’s love—for the vision, the craft, the madness.
Artist’s Note
Not everyone will understand, but that’s okay, this was never meant for them.
