Sometimes you gotta pick a cat up just to set them back down somewhere nearby. Remind them who calls the shots in your house. Oh you thought you were lying on the floor? Dead wrong fool you’re standing on the couch cushion now staring up at me waiting for an explanation. You’ll never get it. I’m gone. I’m walking away. I’m already in the next room before you can so much as mutter a confused “meow.” later son. you’re reexamining your place in the universe all by yourself. Consider my power in a empty living room
well unfortunately it really fucking didn’t, is the thing
not enough people really know what credit is for, so it bears repeating:
if I see art I like and want to see more of it, Credit is what gets me to the artist so I can see more of it.
If I’m writing a novel and I see an art style that would be perfect for a cover design, credit is what gets me to the artist so I can pay them for a commission.
If I see something I know my partner would love, credit is what takes me to the website of the artist where I can buy a poster that the original artist gets paid for.
If I see Plagiarism, I need to know who to notify to stop stealing my art, and if they don’t who to report.
Most artists (even the ones with thousands of followers) have a hard time making a living off of art. Giving credit means giving a pathway to the source.
Saying you didn’t make it isn’t the point, you need to say who did.
Saying you didn’t
make it isn’t the point, you
need to say who did.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
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