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Why #Bitcoin #Art...?

I grew up in big city. My hometown's urban area rivals Los Angeles, except it is 2.5 hours south of the Texas border. Ever wondered why "#DeathbyFIAT?" Perhaps not. โ˜น

The #Art world is constantly changing. Some for the better, some for the worse. I feel art, in its better &

worse state still has something for everyone. We know this because there are absolutely lazy-looking & hideous pieces to the eyes of some, which people seem to fall for at the tune of a lot monies.

The argument is posed, as it's been for decades, those may be folks who simply

are looking at art as an #investment. For many purists (like me), art should be just art. To be enjoyed, to be made, to be shared, to be used as the most complete medium of expression. But why shouldn't art be seen as an investment? I feel it is all in what one believes the

definition of investment is. What is the definition of art?

Investment: The lay down or commitment of resources to reap benefits produced by such.

How is this similar/different to art?

Art: The lay down or commitment of resources, energy, time, inspiration, labor, imagination,

skill, life experience, education, relationships, life, death... to sow & produce the complete expression of something which can't otherwise be expressed, to emote & induce emotion at the same time; which can too transcend that which is being expressed through time.

How could art not be "investable"? How could art not be a legacy?

Why "Death by Fiat?"

The city where I grew up had a reputation of entrepreneurial spirit. I have not lived there in 26 years now, & I've only visited it during family tragedies, so I don't have a grasp of how

that has changed. Back then we were nationally labeled as absolutely cheap & generous at the same time, rude, open, brusque, quite brute & educated simultaneously... hard working, demanding, & kind.

A city where in the 2010's, my prom fren turned into a casino owner who was

being extorted by the cartel, & when he refused to pay, they burned his place down along with the 52 people trapped inside it. As I heard about it from his ex-wife, chills ran down my spine about how matter of fact she sounded, so cold & emotionless...

Reality was setting in, again. The poisoned apple effect continued to show its power. It was as if any shred of humanity had left my friend. She felt nothing. She sounded as if she felt nothing. Violence does that. It hollows you out.

It inserts its sharpest knife to scrape any bit of light, emotion, hope, grace, mercy, desire for happiness, sense of security, faith, health... life...

Violence scrapes life out of you. It renders you a carcass. Operating "on fumes", on "auto-pilot". You move, walk, talk; at times not even knowing what you're hearing or saying.

I come from having been programmed equating violence with love. Those meant to love & protect me hurt me the most. Violence came in the night. That's why I don't sleep. Violence came in the day. That's why I'd ran away into my books, my drawings, & my imaginary friends.

#Violence broke my bones, my skin. It damaged my organs, my metabolism, my brain. It broke my spirit, my mind, my heart, my soul. It destroyed my relationships, my ability to cope, communicate without being "awkward", my confidence, my self-esteem, my appreciation of

of my own womanhood. #Violence had me in and out of Mexican prison during my entire childhood. Stripped searched every single time we went visiting my father, to see him draw amazing cartoons & architectural drafts at the prison's library, on their draft tables. While I thought

a hero back then.

#Violence almost killed me, when seeing no escape, when seeing my sisters hurt, when being unable to help them. Violence is how the government of my country responded to any of our needs. With our home being invaded in the middle of the night with cops who behaved no better than my father. Or who hit me w/the butt of a riffle on the head, to cuff me during our strike when I was teacher.

#Fiat is #Violence.

Fiat turns humans into demons or into husks. "The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy" John 10:10

Why #Deathbyfiat?

The question should be "why not?"

How is Fiat NOT death?

IDK how, but I am hopeful.

I hope today.

Today I remind myself there is an alternative.

An escape away from Fiat.

I am grateful today.

I am thankful that #Art has saved my life for today.

I am thankful that #Bitcoin #Art has saved my life for tomorrow.

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Thank you.

It was really hard to write it.

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