I just woke up today, thinking that I would stop posting things on these platforms. I don't like the feeling of having no communication with the people who are looking at my art, and what is going on in their minds, when they look at it. It's like screaming for help, but no one is answering. How I'm supposed to do things to make myself visible, and most important, make visible the beautiful things that exist in yourself. 

I'm tired of thinking that my money is going to save my life or give me all I need, when that is only a tool made necessary for living. They forced us to depend on that just to fucking exist, to fucking live. 

Fuck the money, man. If I die of poverty, I'll die, but at least I'm going to be true to myself.

How are you doing, beautiful souls?

I know that's been a wail, but I'm back and stronger. Thanks for staying with me, I really appreciate it. I will be more active and try my best to really connect with you. 

I send you a lot of love and energy to keep the light inside yourselves:

Me llaman Claudia (@atabeyra_toa) • Fotos y videos de Instagram

Hi Stars, 

Today, I posted a two-part illustration about the internal battle when we shut up, just to avoid conflict. Doing this may preserve your energy by not wasting it on a useless discussion, but it also starts a war within yourself. The inconsistencies that live inside you don't let you move forward.

The translation is in the image caption.

Pt 1 :https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/2pacfr/a-circle-of-suffering-and-pain

Pt 2 :https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/2pacfr/a-circle-of-suffering-and-pain-2

Also the link of the full fanzine of I'DONT GIVE A S:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1LuyDJF_UPYZdoCRs6WyFlHnUFJXQCupa/view?usp=sharing

Hi, beautiful stars, 

I posted another fanzine. This one is a narration of situations with my mom and my grandmother. All the amazing things they do that make me feel like sh*t most of the time: 

When I defend myself, the look of death that my mom gives me.

How the solution to our bad relationship is a change in my attitude.

The times my ma insults me and tells me to shut up.

When I'm crying out loud and literally, they don't care.

It hurts like hell, but now I'm trying to take their criticism with humor, just to not go crazy. Well, not more than I already am.

If you can relate to this, feel free to share or laugh about it.

Take care!

Hi Stars!

I have uploaded the new fanzine called How to Dug the Pain. 

It's funny the times you feel like you're coming out of this state, but then again the toxic and limiting thoughts get in and you have to start over.

When was the first time I felt this way? 

When I wake up late or go to sleep early to take a break from this feeling.

Sometimes you think you're coping with it, but really it's in the back of your mind.

These illustrations are a manifesto of the situation when the pain pushes you down and you stand up again.

Hey Stars, 

I hope you are doing well. Recently, I posted a fanzine that I made when I had a mental breakdown. It's all in Spanish, but if you're really interested in what I'm saying there, I can put it in the description of the post.

Hey stars, 

I just want to say thank you to the people who decided to stay and see what would come next. 

I always had problems sharing my art, and I still do. But I want to take this chance as a way to give you my love. If you feel comfortable, I would love to hear which one you like the most and how it makes you feel.

I hope that you all enjoy this ride as much as I do.