Hel Mort

Hello and welcome, everybody! I'm really pleased to see all of you new collectors exploring this art gallery here on ArtMajeur. If you're one of my longtime followers who have been following my art for all these years, I want to express my gratitude. 

Thank you for your support, likes, comments, and for choosing to purchase my art!

Now, what's the difference between the ArtMajeur art store and my other online stores?

The difference is fundamental. This ArtMajeur gallery is consistently and daily updated, checked, and prepared in the best possible way for you, something that doesn't happen with other online stores. Additionally, the entire artwork series shown on my website, WWW.HELMORT.COM, brings you directly here to ArtMajeur, so you can buy your favorite piece on ArtMajeur with just one single click!

Moreover, the most significant and central aspect that sets ArtMajeur apart is the fact that this gallery not only features my usual artworks but also special series and paintings that you cannot find anywhere else: neither online nor in the physical art galleries where I sell my pieces. So, any piece you discover as special and exclusive will be impossible to find elsewhere. 

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HEL MORT®

The New HEL MORT's DREAMS® Series is finally avaible for You on WWW.HELMORT.COM!  - Download them All for 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗲 !!!

I knew it! I bloody knew it!

Hours, days, months spent trying to create one of the best art series I've ever made, and all the algorithms are blocking it, censoring it, and making it disappear without a single view. Why? Because some women are more naked than they "should" be, because some animals look more dangerous than they "should."

I'm sorry, but you, yes, you, I'm talking to you followers (mostly women) who tell me every day: "You should be yourself, and don't be afraid to show your real art." Can you understand what I'm facing? I create, and I get zero views on my art because Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, LinkedIn, and every other social media platform in the world, Google included, decide it's "dangerous." That's not okay. Even during the bloody inquisition, artists didn't face problems like this. Can you understand my frustration?

Ten artworks, and all of them are going to be forgotten because I'm not painting a butterfly or some stupid abstract.

So, please, to whoever is reading this message, hoping it doesn't get blocked by the algorithm, please, give me some extra likes, some followers, invite your friends, leave more comments than you can. Because, I'm sorry, but I can't fight alone against this terrible machine that has decided to cancel me. The only way for me to survive is to get some likes to show the algorithm that I'm not a monster, but just a creative person.

Honestly. I'm completely alone and scared for my future as an artist.

Help me, thanks.

Anyway, That's all for Today...💀

#HELMORT #ArtCensorship #AlgorithmBias #FreedomOfExpression #NudityInArt #AnimalArt #Shadowbanning #SupportArtists #SocialMediaStruggles #FrustratedArtist #InvisibleArt #DontCancelArt #ShowYourWork #EngagementNeeded #BeatTheAlgorithm #IndependentArtist #ArtCommunity #SaveMyArt

A guy messaged me saying that the latest pieces in this series are strange and that my real problem is that I use AI to create my art, accusing me of stealing others' artwork.

Let's talk about what stealing really means. Stealing is when someone enters your home, punches you, and takes something precious from you. That's stealing. Using a new technology to explore and enhance your previous art, even if it's based on other people's work, is not stealing. I know that many AI art pieces use elements from other artists without their consent, and people have issues with it. But why doesn't anyone protest against companies like Google and social media platforms such as Instagram and Facebook? These companies in California let thousands of pieces of art, music, and creations of all kinds pass through their services and social without checking for copyright and without compensating the creators or the museums that house them. Yet, nobody complains. Why is that? Why is there no uproar against DJs and electronic music? DJs play other people's music at parties or rearrange it with their own ideas, and isn't electronic music often built upon samples from other music? Can you see what I'm getting at? Do you understand it? If using AI to mix other people's art is considered stealing, then why is it okay for DJs to do something similar with music?

You know what I think after carefully analyzing those who hate AI art? I often notice that the loudest critics of AI art are individuals who produce poor-quality, uninspired copies of famous cartoons, anime, or paintings. Let me be frank: AI doesn't use images created by you, but rather by famous artists like Picasso or Van Gogh. Your art is so bad that it's never considered a suitable starting point for creating good AI-generated pieces. So, don't worry, nobody is stealing your art because, frankly, your art is terrible!

One more thing: My art is partly AI-generated, but the majority of it is handcrafted using software like Photoshop, Krita, and other tools that allow me to paint and create collages. For this series, for example, only 40% of each piece is created with AI, while the remaining 60% is done entirely by me.

Evolve guys and visit WWW.HELMORT.COM to see with your own eyes what i'm talking about.

Anyway, That's all for Today...💀

#HELMORT #AIArt #ArtTheft #CopyrightDebate #TechnologyInArt #DigitalArt #SupportArtists #OriginalArt #StopTheHate #UninspiredArt #QualityMatters #AIArtwork #HumanTouch #CurationVsCreation #MusicRemix #SampleWars #EmbraceInnovation #FightTheFakes #HandcraftedArt

Behind all of my new artworks, I tried to incorporate something different. In each of them, I aimed to convey not only my usual pursuit of immense beauty but also to express a certain rebellious spirit that I can no longer contain. With this new series, I sought to explore and release what was inside me – all the injustices, torments, and problems I face every day. In some ways, this series is the most personal one I've shared because it harkens back to my teenage years when I used to paint graffiti and express anger against a system I always detested. That's why the first artwork is titled "Refuse-Resist" – it marks the beginning of many punches I've chosen to throw at the world through my art.

Of course, I don't expect any compliments, likes, or support for this series. I know that when I create art like this, people often say it's too much, that they don't understand it, and that they prefer more conventional subjects like flowers or apples. And let's face it, who cares about paintings anymore in a world dominated by technology? Nobody.

So in a few words i know that I've created art for nobody, not expecting anyone to appreciate it, but that afterall speaks and screams like no other piece has before on WWW.HELMORT.COM

Anyway, That's all for Today...💀

#HELMORT #SocialJusticeArt #RebellionArt #GraffitiArt #StreetArt #PersonalArt #Expressionism #NoFilter #TeenageAngst #SystemicIssues #TechDominatedWorld #UndervaluedArt #MakeAStatement #BeHeard #ArtIsTherapy #UnconventionalArt #ArtForNobody #ScreamingArt #BreakTheMold

The new ORIGINALS collection is finally available online, and I've been eagerly anticipating its completion for quite some time. Over the past six months, I've adjusted, changed, cataloged, painted, manipulated, and remade this new art series, and now it's finally here.

For those who are new here, it's important to understand that my art is divided into three tiers. The first tier consists of art that I share online, which you can usually access for free, share, and print yourselves (DREAMS®). The second tier includes pieces that you can obtain as prints and NFTs online, such as the spectacular series available on Artmajeur. Finally, the third tier comprises the ORIGINALS, the artworks that I sell physically only on Saatchi and in specialized art galleries.

These last types of artworks are quite rare, somewhat expensive (don't worry, there's still an option to get them as affordable prints), and typically require a significant amount of time to ensure that every detail and aspect of the pieces is in perfect condition. Essentially, they represent pure contemporary art, a true artisanal work that demands time, effort, and, for me, represents the pinnacle of what I can offer to my collectors.

Are they rare? Yes.

Are they expensive? Yes.

Are they for everybody? Nope.

So, why all of this? Well, the answer is pretty simple. I'm an artist, and being an artist means that I'm a worker. And like all workers in the world, higher-quality work costs more than usual and is rare to find everywhere.

Is this stuff elitist, as they say? I don't know. What I do know is that you shouldn't expect a Ferrari to cost the same as any other car, because a Ferrari is a Ferrari, and the Originals series is something like that. It's ultra-selective. Ultra-quality.

I hope you like it because, believe me, I've sacrificed countless hours, days, and months to make them the best of the best so visit WWW.HELMORT.COM now!

Anyway, That's all for Today...💀

#HELMORT #NewArtSeries #ORIGINALS #FineArt #ContemporaryArt #InvestmentArt #LimitedEdition #LuxuryArt #ArtistLife #ArtLife #ArtBusiness #ArtMarketing #ArtCollectors #Entrepreneurs #BusinessOwners #CreativeWorkers #ArtLovers #SupportArtists #LuxuryLifestyle #ExclusiveOffer #HighQuality

In the depths of his soul, an artist dwells,Caught amidst life's intricate spells.Brush in hand, with colors ablaze,He stands at the crossroads, in a haze.

Should he paint of roses, skies so fair,Or delve into darkness, grim despair?In the canvas, does beauty lie,Or the stark truth that makes one cry?

His heart whispers of gardens serene,Where fantasy's touch reigns supreme.Yet echoes of wars, genocides' pain,Haunt his thoughts, refusing to wane.

Should he conjure realms of dream,Where paradise reigns, a tranquil stream?Or unveil the world's raw, bitter truth,Exposing the wounds of age and youth?

Conflicted, he stands, torn apart,Between the realms of mind and heart.For every stroke, a choice profound,To echo joy or despair's dark sound.

In hues of hope or shades of strife,He battles within the realm of life.To paint the dreams that soar on high,Or confront the harshness of reality nigh.

With each stroke, he finds his way,Navigating twilight's uncertain sway.In his art, a mirror reflects,The myriad paths that life selects.

Thus, he paints not just what he sees,But the essence of his inner seas.A testament to human plight,In colors of day and shades of night.

#HELMORT #Artist #ArtLife #CreativeStruggle #Duality #MentalHealth #SocialCommentary #HumanCondition #InnerWorld #BeautyAndPain #DreamsVsReality #FindingBalance #ArtisticExpression #EmotionalDepth #MeaningfulArt #StorytellingThroughArt #ArtAsReflection #ColorsOfLife #CreativeJourney #FindingYourVoice

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This is a response to Jacob Berghoef split into two posts.

I'm sorry, but I find this modern trend of labeling "the white man" as a monster who ruined the world simply ridiculous, historically inaccurate, and absolutely biased.

What we refer to as "white supremacy" is a situation created by typical European Christian culture (which continues to exist even in secular Europe), combined with 1950s-60s hippie revisionism and an American sense of guilt toward Natives and African-Americans.

I don't believe in this "white monster" because, let me tell you, after reading thousands of history and anthropology books, I have come to understand one thing: Before white people existed, when we were all black, humans invaded, raped, and enslaved other humans. Also throughout history, we have layers upon layers of Asian, African, Oceanian, and American cultures that did exactly the same things as "Europeans."

For example, the famous enormous city of Angkor in Cambodia was completely annihilated by Thai people who enslaved everybody. Were they white? The Maya, Aztec, and Incas were famous for waging thousands of wars, enslaving their neighbors, and sacrificing them on their pyramids. Were they white? Asian cultures like the Mongolian one conquered half of the world, making pyramids of skulls of animals, children, women, and men. The Japanese empire invaded half of Asia in the Second World War, setting up concentration camps everywhere and doing things that even the Nazis considered inhuman. Were they white? In New Zealand, the Maori killed and ate all the Moriori tribes, not just killed them in war or a simple genocide! Were they white? In the Middle East and Africa, Islamic empires committed all sorts of genocides and built empires on slavery (the same black slaves used in America by Europeans were sold by Arabs!)

And what about those "innocent" black people?

I know of thousands of African black cultures that committed genocides, slavery, and built empires based on violence and oppression, such as the Asante Empire, the Zulu Kingdom, the Oyo Empire, the Kingdom of Dahomey (which participated in capturing and selling black slaves for America), or disgusting situations like the famous Rwanda genocide and sadly still today Africa is plagued by crazy dictators and warlords with the "hobby" of genocide and slavery, just open your news!

As you can see, the white monster is pure fantasy because only one real monster exists, and it's called humanity.

Anyway, That's all for Today...💀

#HELMORT #History #RaceRelations #SocialJustice #CulturalBias #HumanNature #Anthropology #GlobalConflict #Equality #Perspective #Prejudice #Genocide #Slavery #Civilization #Warfare #Empires #Africa #Asia #Europe #America #Cambodia #Thailand #Mayans #Aztecs #Incas #Mongolia #Japan #NewZealand #Maori #MiddleEast #Islam #Rwanda #Dictators #Warlords

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This is a response to Jacob Berghoef split into two posts.

I am a white European, born into a family with a history of Nazi fascist party membership and an obsession with racial purity. Though I am atheist, I was born into a Catholic (Italian father) and Anglican (English mother) family. My father, a special forces soldier in Lebanon, killed thousands of Muslims and raised me with hatred against Islam, often saying things like "We must bomb them all until no one remains alive of these filthy Muslims." This brutal upbringing led me to reject it and choose a different path - a path of study and neutrality. Unlike other Europeans who often lean towards hate or tolerance, I decided to study Islam in anthropology and history. I learned about their culture, traditions, and way of life, always maintaining neutrality and carefully analyzing the light and dark sides of their religion.

Through my studies, I discovered stories of great empires and an impactful culture that changed the world forever. Islam is not just a religion but a unifying force for billions worldwide. In their history, I found tales of great conquests in technology, culture, and various other fields. Until the end of the Ottoman Empire, Europeans were terrorized by facing this great power. However, with a Eurocentric view of history, they often sidelined Islamic culture, ignoring that half of Europe, at different times, was under Islamic rule. They fail to recognize that mathematics, gunpowder, and other incredible discoveries traveled to Europe through Islamic empires, serving as a bridge between Asia and Europe. Though Islamic empires were surpassed by European states after 1800, this doesn't diminish their significant contributions from the fall of Rome until the First World War and the fall of the Ottoman Empire. Many Muslim countries today may face issues like human rights abuses, technological backwardness, extreme poverty, and continuous states of war. However, this doesn't diminish their great past and their contributions to humanity throughout history.

Interestingly, the first people to define us as Europeans were Muslim writers after the Battle of Poitiers in France!

Anyway, That's all for Today...💀

(PS: I wrote the Crusades are insignificant compared to the great Muslim history because The Crusades lasted merely 200 years, whereas Islamic culture has thrived across 1400 years and counting!)

#HELMORT #Islam #History #Anthropology #Culture #Neutrality #Understanding #Education #MuslimWorld #Empires #Science #Technology #Mathematics #Europe #Eurocentrism #Perspective #Contributions #Humanity #Global #Civilization #Diversity #Peace #Respect

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There are many things in this world that scare me a lot, but at the top of my list is always the Italian police. It was the summer of 2001 in Italy, and I was a boy when the G8 summit in Genoa began, with all its parades of people demanding change. The protests were mainly peaceful, with participants from church organizations, hippies, pacifists of all kinds, students, teachers, and elderly people all asking for a better future through dancing and singing. They came from the USA, Africa, Asia, Europe, and each parade was legally authorized to move within specific areas.

However, when it all started, the Italian police charged at these people with extreme violence, for no reason at all. I remember every day of that hot summer, the news arriving with images of people being beaten until they fainted on the ground. I remember scenes of old women crying with their faces reduced to minced meat. I remember police trucks hitting people in the streets as if they were playing disgusting human bowling. I remember the streets inundated with blood, totally red, and people being shot. There was a school called Diaz where journalists and people were sleeping when they were assaulted by the police in the night. The police broke their bones, walked over their bodies, and continued to beat them until they couldn't move. Then, as if they were trash, they were thrown like dead bodies in Bolzaneto barracks, where police officers sang fascist songs and systematically tortured people for days, telling them, "You will die here."

None of these policemen were persecuted by the law.

These events from the '90s are sealed into my brain, a real trauma that has never allowed me to trust the Italian police again. Now, in 2024, these things are happening again because the police feel emboldened by a far-right government. Just a few days ago, they beat students who were peacefully protesting against the war. As usual, they enjoyed cracking their heads open. There's even a photo of a police officer smiling with joy while he's beating teenagers. The sad truth is that Italy is dying due to its lowest fertility rate. Nobody is having kids anymore, and all the schools are empty, with just a few kids remaining. These students are the last Italians that we will see forever, and yet the government is brutally silencing them with batons on their teeth when they ask for help.

It's like seeing a dog eating its own puppies.

I'm disgusted by what happened. I've never felt so far away from my Italian heritage. I'm writing this post trembling, as I did while creating this painting.

Honestly, I'm truly ashamed to have Italian DNA.

Anyway, That's all for Today...💀

#HELMORT #Italy #PoliceBrutality #HumanRights #Protest #Activism #StandUpForWhatsRight #StopTheViolence #Education #Future #FertilityRate #GovernmentFailure #ProtectOurYouth #SayNoToFascism #SupportStudents #EndTheSilence #NeverForget #Painting #Trauma #Polizia #NeverAgain #ItalianHeritage #GiorgiaMeloni

Long ago, in a forsaken countryside, there dwelled a lizard who, with each passing day, would implore the sun, "Pray tell, why does the moon prance alone amidst the myriad stars, whilst you, in contrast, fail to waltz with the clouds and winds of the earth?"

In that same distant countryside, there resided a small black dog who, with every dawn, would beseech his tail, "Why dost thou sway when I am merry, yet flee when fear grips my soul?"

And long ago, within the confines of a solitary radio station nestled deep in the heart of Wyoming, there lingered a lone man whose daily broadcast fell upon deaf ears, for the cataclysm of the last nuclear war had laid waste to all inhabitants of the world. He, the sole remaining mortal amidst a vast expanse of scarlet sands, would grasp a handful of grains each day, relinquishing them to the radioactive winds, pondering, "Why do they not heed my words?" But lo, one day, a tuatara, an ancient desert lizard, offered a whisper of wisdom, "Have you ever truly listened to their silence?" Thus, the man descended into despair, his knife carving his flesh until his form dissolved into sinew and bone. The blazing sun of the desert bore witness as his body, consumed by flames, metamorphosed into a pallid orb of skeletal remains. After seven days, the orb cracked open like an egg, giving birth not to the man he once was, but to a new being, a butterfly fashioned from dreams, desires, and the unspoken yearnings of those who love in silence. As an asteroid obliterated the corpulent effigy of a matronly figure, the newfound creature radiated with renewed vigor, soaring above the scorched earth not in search of listeners, but in pursuit of the simple joys of existence.

Long ago, a lizard perished in a lonesome countryside.

Long ago, a dog met its end in a solitary countryside.

#HELMORT #Surrealism #Fantasy #Fiction #ShortStory #Allegory #Existentialism #Metamorphosis #Transformation #Silence #Longing #AncientWisdom #PostApocalyptic #NuclearWasteland #Survival #Rebirth #Nature #DesertLizard #BlackDog #RadioBroadcaster #Tuatara #Dreams #Desires #Unspoken #Butterfly

I hate people who dismiss discussions about global warming and modern ecological issues as "trivial matters," considering them less important than "real problems" like gas prices and finding new job opportunities to extract oil. But I also hate extremist vegans, ecologists, and animal rights activists who view putting a collar on a dog as a form of slavery and advocate for my death because I eat a hamburger, accusing me of polluting and violating sacred creatures.

The former group tends to lean politically right, while the latter are typically leftists. In both cases, I see them as extremists who should just listen to scientists, people who study and analyze the world, and not politicians who manipulate these situations.

We're starting to think like terrorists, like extremists, about every topic, and it's harming us and the planet's ecology more than anything else.

In my opinion, animals aren't our friends; they're wild creatures that, given the chance, would eat us just as we eat them. Plants, flowers, and greenery are simply part of a cannibalistic natural ecosystem called Earth. Everything on this planet lives by harming or destroying something, and they don't care about us. So, what we're doing on this planet is just what other animals do, but on a larger scale. Any natural habitat, like forests, mountains, or seas, poses a tremendous threat to our species, which is why cities evolved. Industrialization is the only way to sustain the masses living in cities. The idea of returning to nature is foolish because if we did, our society would collapse instantly.

So, what should we do?

It's quite simple: respect our neighbors, the animals and plants, leave some space for them, discipline ourselves, control what we're doing to survive, and avoid excesses. We should also stop having children so irresponsibly and find alternatives that don't destroy the very place we live. And I'm sorry, but climate change is real, and we must stop it immediately because the next generations are literally doomed.

Anyway, That's all for Today...💀

#HELMORT #Climate #Ecology #Extremism #Moderation #Sustainability #Coexistence #Responsibility #Interests #Environment #Natural #Ethical #Warming #Balanced #Science #Identity #Environmentalists #Skeptics #Urbanization #Industrialization #Overpopulation #Conservation #Alternatives #Future #Planetary #Mindful

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As many of you may know, I've been immersed in the art world since I was very young – not just as an artist, but also studying art history, curating my own gallery, and working as a movie director, graphic designer, and more. Over the years, I've gained experience in the sector, but unlike many others, I've often delved into the darker sides of the niche and discovered a marvelous yet sad truth that nobody talks about:

The best artists are often not represented by any gallery or museum, and they frequently don't showcase their art or share it on social media, leaving them totally unknown!

What am I talking about? I'm referring to something I've personally estimated to be around 70% of all artists in our society. They're the invisible side of the iceberg. If you don't believe me, consider this example: Do you remember the boy who used to draw all the time in your school? What is he doing now? Maybe he stopped drawing or does it as a hobby. Do you remember the girl with an amazing singing voice who dreamed of becoming a rockstar? Now, maybe she's married and doesn't have time to sing, only for kids. Or do you have a friend who has a band or plays music for fun? He's pretty good, but he plays only for himself, for fun, maybe for parties – nobody knows his band, only you, your beer, and a couple of friends, but you know that he's amazing.

All these people are completely overlooked by a large part of the world. Among them, I've found the best painters, musicians, DJs, singers – individuals with the potential to become the next Michael Jackson or Picasso, like gold in the darkest mud. But because they're not interested in the market, fame, or consider art a hobby rather than a career, or because someone discouraged them from pursuing it, they remain hidden from the art market. Only a few know their secret talent, a talent that nobody else possesses, a talent forgotten and concealed in a world full of people who could have appreciated the next art star, if only circumstances were different in their lives.

Anyway, That's all for Today...💀

#HELMORT #Art #Undiscovered #Hidden #Talent #Passion #Potential #Secret #Interests #Creative #Expression #Hobby #Personal #Amateur #Private #Uncovered #Invisible #Gems #Struggle #Life #Untapped #Pursuit #Practice #Forgotten #Concealed

Once upon a time, in a realm veiled from mortal sight, dwelled a populace unseen to the naked eye.

In this ethereal enclave, resided a figure cloaked in invisibility, burdened by a perplexity. The denizens conversed in whispers of invisibility, their discourse devoid of coherence or permanence, akin to wisps of mist in the moonlight. When two unseen figures would chance upon one another, instead of customary greetings, they would murmur, "The sun is." Such hollow phrases, bereft of color or substance. Determined to unravel the mystery shrouding his kind, the unseen youth embarked on a clandestine quest.

Venturing beyond the veiled borders of his domain, he stumbled upon an arcane tome, its pages whispering secrets of yore. These unseen beings were once flesh and blood, but in the wake of a tempest of violence and strife, they chose to forsake words deemed offensive. Initially purging their lexicon of profanities, they soon realized that any word evoking difference birthed discord and disunion. Thus, they excised all such terms. Yet, the malaise persisted, for the very act of opinionation kindled conflict. Each dissenting view birthed allies and adversaries alike, prompting the eradication of all opinions. Thus, their discourse dwindled into an abyss of emptiness, fading into obscurity until it vanished altogether, rendering both word and speaker unseen.

Armed with newfound insight, the unseen protagonist returned to his clandestine realm, resolved to effect change. Summoning every ounce of his spectral essence, he bellowed, "Opinions are the hues that paint our identities! It is in the expression of these divergent shades that we find true vitality! Let not fear shroud your voices, for it is our opinions that grant us substance! Hearts beat within us, yearning to articulate! Embrace your truths and let them resound!" Yet, as his words echoed through the ethereal expanse, a pall of dread descended. Without a word, the invisible multitude ensnared him, dragging and drowning his spectral form into the murky depths of an invisible abyss, where he would remain unseen for all eternity.

In the wake of this tragedy, the unseen denizens faded into the ether, vanishing into the annals of forgotten tales, forsaken by memory and oblivion alike.

One thing I never understood about human nature is the complete and ingrained hatred towards bugs. Through studying, I realized it's an evolutionary mechanism to protect us from rotten food, parasites, poisonous spiders, scorpions, and other critters that view us as either a big juicy hamburger or an enemy to sting. However, this instinct is not providing us with the true awareness of how valuable they are. Today, the total mass of insects is declining by a precipitous 2.5% a year, based on the best available data, suggesting they could vanish within a century. It's referred to as an insect apocalypse. As usual, we've overused insecticides (which kill insects directly) and herbicides (which kill their food plants), and we've destroyed their habitats on a vast scale. Now, they're disappearing.

The fact is, without bees, butterflies, including mosquitoes and other bothersome little creatures, the world's ecosystem would collapse not just in days, but within seconds.

#HELMORT #Awareness #Conservation #Ecosystem #Biodiversity #Insects #Nature #Protect #Environment #Sustainable #Future

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Love: Do you remember that once-famous word that everyone used to seek? It didn't matter if you were rich or poor, good or bad – love used to feel like everything.

But what about today? Today, it seems to be nowhere. I'm not only talking about myself; I'm referring to the societal existence of the feeling of love that used to be present in every person. Nowadays, everything seems empty, dark, cold, measured, and everyone wants to avoid love. People freely discuss sex with simplicity (which is good), but no one talks about love. People aren't afraid to share their sexual experiences but aren't ready to discuss love anymore.

What is love? An obsession with another person, caring for them, a sweet feeling that makes you want to be omnipresent in another person's life until death, and maybe even after. But this positive aspect, in some ways, scares us today. I think we've exaggerated too much by describing men only as terrible chauvinist idiots who only like to beat women and women as terrible cold reptiles that destroy men as a hobby only to get their money. It's our mindset that is broken, our new values: We enjoy the idea to be strong men and strong women who don't bend to sentiments. We want to be cold, perfect, robotic, rich, with a nice house, a nice car, and maybe, if we have time, a partner. But this partner must also be perfect – a perfect body, perfect mindset – and they must obey our orders, forgive us like a priest in a confessional, explain our minds like a psychologist, and be dirty like a pornstar in the bed.

I used to think that all of this was happening only in our Western society, but it's occurring in the East, in the vast expanse of Asia, and even in the poorest regions of the world. We're becoming cold, greedy machines made of steel, hungry for money and nothing more. In a few words, we're more similar to our technologies that we really love than to what we once called human. Where's love?

I don't know.

Anyway, that's all for today... 💀

#HELMORT #Love #Relationships #Authenticity #Humanity #Emptiness #Materialism #SocialCommentary #Introspection #SoulSearching #LifeValues

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A straightforward observation: I believe the primary topic in the upcoming American and European elections will be ONLY immigration. When I speak with people from both America and Europe, the response is consistently the same: they don't want more immigrants in their countries. Some might express a tolerant view, but I sense, from their eyes, that they secretly lean towards extremist parties advocating for the removal of immigrants from Europe and the USA. In barbershops in London or Italy, conversations often revolve around immigration numbers, fears, and concerns about losing cultural identity or perceiving it as an invasion. Muslims frequently face scrutiny due to fears of terrorism, religious differences, and women mistreatment. Over the past years, I've observed more negative sentiments towards Muslims than black Africans arriving in Europe. This anti-immigrant sentiment is mainly not rooted in racism, as they say, but appears to be a clash of cultures because an additional piece of evidence is that even black Americans or black Europeans usually don't want black immigrants in their countries.

I comprehend the fears, aspirations, and criticisms from both native and immigrant perspectives, but I'm uncertain about the outcomes of the next election. What remains clear is that this situation is fueling the most intense electoral campaign I've witnessed, and regrettably, hate remains a predominant factor in rallying people together, as is usual in human history.

#HELMORT #Election #Immigration #Identity #Politics #Culture #Opinion #Diversity #Uncertainty #Challenges #History

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I understand that sharing this may be a bit unusual on social media, but I want to be honest. As an artist, my goal is to reveal the reality behind my artwork instead of creating a false image—a common trend among Hollywood and music stars who present a perfect face and life, which can ultimately harm them. Behind their smiles often lies significant depression, other mental health issues, the use of psychoactive medications, drug abuse, and more. Because I don't want to seem hypocritical, I'll tell the truth. The reality is, I don't believe in art anymore. This is different from saying "I don't like art anymore." I still appreciate art in any form, especially creating it. However, I dislike the system, the situation, the embarrassing power games and economic pressures behind it, and the constant market that urges artists to sell out like prostitutes. Every time I see market statistics, Christie's auctions, or the spotlight on new contemporary artists gaining prominence due to famous connections, I feel sinking into despair. I experience stomach pains, and trust me, it's not jealousy; it's a feeling of disillusionment and nausea. This feeling subsides when I go back to creating art, working for myself, and sharing my favorite artists on my social platforms.

Sorry. I don't believe that the art market can be healed in any way—not through protests, not through internal changes. Its rhythm is too strong and too entwined with the wealth of influential people to change. It will remain this way forever. But funnily, when I ask around about famous names like Jeff Koons, Banksy, and Damien Hirst, or other artists on top of this disgusting market, very few people actually know who they are. In short, staying on top doesn't mean becoming the next Picasso in this strange new game.

Honestly, I've seen people become more famous drawing a cartoon character or a manga than those who reached the top of the art market.

Anyway, that's all for today... 💀

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In the shrouded year of 1777, John, aforetime a humble tiller of soil on the village's outskirts, found himself pressed into service, a soldier patrolling the untamed expanses of the American colonies. John, knowledgeable yet far from witless, threw his lot in with the troops arriving not to the idyllic European dream but to a sprawling, uncharted realm veiled in ominous forests, each step fraught with peril. Bears, wolves, and mountain lions skulked, and savage Indians, elusive as shadows, posed the gravest threat around every bend. Amid the woodlands lay remnants of tortured souls, their corpses baring the cruel traces of knives, tortures, and scalping. Adding to the complexity, the colonists nursed a fervent desire for war against the King. A ragtag assemblage of rough-hewn farmers, unlettered lawyers, and rogue merchants masqueraded as an army opposing His Majesty's forces.

The following day, John's contingent hastened to the front lines, a perilous journey through the blood-soaked forest. Resting among the trees, John, compelled by nature's call, relieved himself near the company. In doing so, he glimpsed a majestic, antlered deer, a bounty ample for three days. With rifle in hand, he pursued the creature, firing a shot that sent it fleeing. Yet, upon turning, he found only trees, the forest's embrace closing in, and he lost himself! Night descended, and beneath a tree, he slept, resuming his futile search at dawn.

After weeks of wandering the forest alone, hungry, and armed with a lone shot, John's plight became unbearable. He shouted, knelt in despair, shot his final round, and cursed the day he enlisted. Weary and beaten, the splendid deer reappeared, its form radiant and faceless. Emitting guttural, almost human sounds, it declared, "You came to control, but none can command these lands. Neither you, clad in red, nor the indigenous people who've dwelled here for generations. Nor those who follow. America shall know no master. This land is both blessed and cursed by its freedom. Now, sleep."

And in an unnamed forest, the British soldier met his silent demise, abandoned in an alien far wild land called America...

Sometimes I wonder why we encounter certain people in our lives, those we call friends. I understand that some of you may meet thousands of people every day, but honestly, with how many of them do you have a deep enough relationship to talk about yourself? A friend is someone who lets you speak as you are, without masks or pretenses. As someone nearing 40, I've seen many people take on this role in my life, only to disappear later. Friendship can break for various reasons, sometimes spiteful, sometimes coincidental. Sometimes, you don't know how, but you stop talking to someone for a day, then another, and suddenly everything changes over ten or more years.

Anyway, going back to the initial question, the truly important one: why them? Why, out of the billions of people on this planet, do we choose certain individuals? Is it an instinctive-animal choice? Is it something connected to our cosmic existence? Did we need somebody as a companion or guide for a journey? Were we searching for them, or was it the other way around? For me, friendship remains a mystery because I can't pinpoint the real "why" a person becomes so important to us.

Every day, I meet or talk to people who tell me they've never had a friend in their life, that they've been alone since childhood, and that's another interesting topic I want to explore next week.

Anyway, That's all for Today...💀

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