/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

>I'm not supposed to know, but my parents invited over fifty of my relatives, even relatives so distant that we've never met, to descend on my house as a great wonderful surprise for no reason. I think I'm in hell. I guess they just feel like a massive touchy-feely party in the middle of the corona virus. They're still hounding more and more people to join the guest list.
>That’s not all. Apparently the main attraction is going to be the entirely of my family herding me into my room, gathering around my computer and forcing me to showcase my magnificent body of work, (I've always given my family the excuse that my art was on my computer, so inaccessible.) I..I…
>I live in a dusty closet. It couldn’t even fit a fraction of them. My relatives are extremely stiff, insulated and moralistic. They are horrified by anything that isn't pretty much along the lines of photorealistic oil paintings of furry animals. Anything not a precise modern photorealistic rendering is out. A single nude or fleshy limb study would make my family think of me, with shock and hatred, as a sexual deviant for the rest of our collective lives. Anon, I’m doomed.