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| Name | Venusaturn |
| Location | Spain without the 'S' |
| Favorite Books/Authors | J.R.R Tolkien, Marrisa Meyer, C.S. Lewis, J.K. Rowling, Mark Twain |
| Genres I Write In | Fantasy, Sci-fi, Post-apocalyptic, Dystopian, Contemporary/Contemp-Fantasy |
| Premise of Current Novel | What is art without the human soul? Nothing. It is void. Art is not art without the spark of human ingenuity and creativity unique to the psyche we’ve been so graciously endowed with. To say that it is would be to lie.
… Odette is art. Her body is her medium and her performance her craft. Everything she is, lives and breathes is art. The circus has been kind to her. It has provided solace and freedom in a work that’s been corrupted by innovation and passivity. It allows her to make true art and protect that scarce spark of true creativity. After the world began to choke out the arts in an attempt to artificially create them by mechanics, human artists all over the world have been put out of jobs, shunned and ridiculed for their work, being seen as imperfect and dated. They have no purpose anymore. Their very humanity has been stripped from their bones. Le Cirque des Étoiles Irisées has given Ophelia a home, and a space in which she can continue to showcase her contortion acts to the world in spite of the raging intolerance for her and her brothers and sisters of the true arts.
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Achille is a brilliant young inventor who’s dedicated his entire life to the pursuit of innovation and accessibility. He dreams of a world where all people can access the arts for themselves, no matter who they are or how they were born. Where all people can experience all the different aspects of life that once were barred to them. His goal is to create a world in which art is no longer gatekept by those with god-given “talent”. Those arrogant “artists” are cruel and calculating in his eyes, capitalizing off of their talents and taking advantage of the pockets of those poorer than them in art. The world would be peaceful if all people had the means to accomplish all things. It would be far more beautiful. Full of wonder and awe and ingenuity.
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But what is left of the world when humanity becomes complacent and passive? When humanity gives up its control to a shiny set of gears and stops creating? What happens when consumerism replaces perseverance? What is left of the human psyche when it’s left to crumble in staleness and dust? |
