It has been a very long time since I even logged onto this account. For anyone who happens to be watching, or the few friends I unfortunately lost touch with via Telegram who periodically check in: here is what has been going on with me for the past five years.

The Workforce and the Silence (2021)
In 2021, I entered the workforce. While my art—particularly my traditional realism in charcoal and pencil—was stunning and captivating, it simply wasn't enough to provide the income I needed to move out of my family's home.

For the longest time, I was being emotionally manipulated and gaslit. The Yoruba culture and religion were used against me as a way to control me, even down to what type of partners I was allowed to date. I suffered in silence while I was still uploading my artwork here. I eventually decided I have had enough. For context, I come from a Cuban background, so for those who think it’s strange to live at home into your 20s: part of the reason was that my parents were "supportive" of my art journey and wanted me to stay home to save money.

However, there were a lot of things happening in the background I don't wish to get into yet. Just know that I am currently far away from my parents, and I am planning on moving out of the US soon. I have my personal reasons for this that I’m not ready to share, but I am safe and I am alive.

The Amazon Years (2021–2023)
I started working at Amazon and began dating someone that is a "normie" (non-furry) from the warehouse. Between 2021 and 2023, I slowly stepped away from social media for my own mental health, but also because I simply didn't have time to upload art.

By 2022, I was miserable. I realized that Amazon—and corporate jobs in general—rely heavily on favoritism rather than merit or hard work. The pay was low, and the wear and tear on my body was too much. I left to do UberEats and DoorDash. The money was decent, but it wrecked my vehicle. During this time, I was still dating that same person. They were a "normie" who was essentially stuck in life—not an evil person, but someone who couldn't keep up with my drive to better myself financially, physically, and emotionally. I’ve realized now that dating someone so disconnected from my world was a grave mistake.

The Trucking Pivot (2023)
I was grinding myself to dust, juggling car repairs and delivery shifts with no time for art. I remember going to Megaplex one last time, but I had no new art and made very few sales.

I sat in my small studio apartment and looked up truck driving. (For those who don't know, I am a woman in real life; the photo on this account is me, and it is NOT AI-generated). I decided to become a truck driver to take a shot at financial stability so I could eventually step away and do art full-time. My girlfriend at the time "supported" it, but she was still stuck at Amazon, not helping plan for our future.

I started at Covenant Transport. I was fully aware of the anti-LGBTQ+ rhetoric of that company, but I had no other choice. Despite that, I had some fun moments and my fleet team was respectful to me and very supportive. I traveled all over the US and made decent money, but my relationship started to crumble. I realized my parents didn't respect the sacrifices I was making, and my girlfriend thought my art was just a "hobby." She didn't *get* it and felt "overwhelmed" by it.

The Breaking Point (2024)
By 2024, I was finally making enough to afford conventions as an artist again. I did Gaming Con Expo in 2024. I told my girlfriend I was going and reminded her. Around this time I was pulling away from her. I wasn't cheating. I left to go to the con but due to her panicking that her money maker (me) might have thoughts of leaving her she didn't believe me. She actually went into my storage unit behind my back to check if I had taken my art supplies. That was the end for me.

Around that same time, I started looking into AI—starting with Bard back in 2023. I knew this technology was going to explode and change everything. I tried to get her to prepare for the future (even with autonomous driving coming for the trucking industry), but she didn't take it seriously. I realized I was "burning myself on fire to keep others warm." I broke up with her at the end of 2024.

Sabotage and Rebirth (2025–2026)
I tried to move back in with my parents in Florida after the breakup, thinking they might have changed. My mom claimed she wanted me to return to the arts. It was a trap. The gaslighting and abuse returned tenfold because I decided to fully step away from the Yoruba culture/religion.

I realized that the "predictions" they tried to impose on me—like me being a "famous artist around the world"—were just tools of control. Art isn't about being rich and famous; it’s about expression and *freedom*. I eventually left Florida and moved back to Arizona. I went through a brief bout of homelessness in 2025, but I am now safe, I have a roof over my head, and I have money saved up.

Current Status: Spectrum Art Studio
I have returned to the arts—not just for money, but to feel something again. I’ve been working on a large number of queer-centric designs. They are digital in nature; I’ve stepped away from realism because it takes too much time, though I still do it for commissions or personal pleasure.

I am currently off social media. I lost access to my old Telegram, so if we used to chat, please message me here or try to reconnect. My new business name is Spectrum Art Studio. My website is up, and I’m focusing on scaling my business outside of the US because the inflation here makes a "9-to-5" art life impossible.

Most importantly, I am in a relationship with someone who is the reason I am still breathing. They are part of the LGBTQ+ community and, while not a "furry" yet, they are interested in the fandom. For the first time, I’ve found "the one."

2026 is about healing. I’ll be updating my profile and uploading art soon. Thank you for reading this entire wall of text. It means a lot in a world of short-form content and AI slop.

Stay safe and love each other.