/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

Fellow den/ic/ens. Hear my cry. We spend all day on the internet, plugging ourselves into a virtual world that feeds us dopamine like an iv drip. We're the generations raised on technology that enslaves us to a screen no larger than a sandwich. We must fight and prove that we can be just as good, if not better than the generations before us in art. Gone are the days of strolling into an office and showing your work, gone is the newspaper comic strip. We were born into a rat race with ten times the competition of previous year, because of an oversaturated market of cheap garbage art. We are better than that! We must improve and become the next titans of our chosen art field. We will make it! And when we do, I'll be proud to call you my brother's in art! Now show me your fucking warface.