I don't have the materials for my art... I would appreciate a patronage, but that isn't easy to come by. So I need to content myself with looking at old documentation of my craft. How I miss making those, how beautiful and ethereal they always were. Each one of them so unique, like a butterfly to be pinned to the board. One of my earliest pieces. Not much, but I think it's not bad. [There are several sets of photos attached. In the first one, there is a tealblood beaming with joy, showing off an elegant leg prosthetic. It seems almost carved out of wood, adorned with flowing swirls.] This one was beautiful in its fragility, in a way. It was gorgeous, ephemeral. It couldn't last. [A set of photos of a lanky purpleblood, torn and mutilated. Their right arm and both legs are missing, their face a gory mess; there seems to be a process going on in the pictures. Gradually, they are being sewn together, their face replaced with a painted porcelain mask and torso encased with dainty, lace-like filigree. Parts of another trolls, jade and gold ones, are sewn to the stubs of their missing limbs - they do not seem to be taking well, there are signs of necrosis in several pictures.] My favourite piece, my best work so far. It's a miracle, a miracle of my own making. It was so broken I didn't believe I could make it work, yet I did, and I made it so much more than it would have ever been on its own. [This series of photos contains a troll with his entire torso missing, replaced by a metal ribcage, the same filigree as can be seen on the purpleblood connecting the remaining parts to it. In the empty chest, there is a synthetic pusher glowing with lime. All of the photos are flooded with flowers and lace, he is laid upon velvety cushions - as if someone was showing off a precious doll. A doll with glistening, terrified eyes of lime.]

