romainiti
@romainiti.bsky.social
Director of Intercultural Cooperation at Kriptie’s Fundación | Self-taught Visual artist | Literary translator I Creative writer 🌈
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world is Kafkaesque ➡️ART=🏠
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Eres el solo persona que siempre me ayudó continuar mi arte...
Eres un sol 🤍
Eres un sol 🤍
November 27, 2025 at 9:37 AM
Eres el solo persona que siempre me ayudó continuar mi arte...
Eres un sol 🤍
Eres un sol 🤍
If you have ever felt watched, claimed, or quietly violated by your own mind while doing something as simple as waiting for coffee, this piece is yours.
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Routine, II. Coffee break
coffee can't make demons stay away...
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November 26, 2025 at 2:09 PM
If you have ever felt watched, claimed, or quietly violated by your own mind while doing something as simple as waiting for coffee, this piece is yours.
Part 3 soon
#DigitalArt #SurrealArt #MentalHealthArt #DarkAesthetic
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Part 3 soon
#DigitalArt #SurrealArt #MentalHealthArt #DarkAesthetic
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the way intrusive, sexualized dread can invade even the most innocent daily rituals, refusing to grant you a single moment of genuine peace.
November 26, 2025 at 2:09 PM
the way intrusive, sexualized dread can invade even the most innocent daily rituals, refusing to grant you a single moment of genuine peace.
The steam curls like cigarette smoke from an absent mouth.The liquid in the cup looks less like coffee and more like the same ink that bleeds from every shadow in this series.This is not shock for shock’s sake, It is the brutal honesty of living with depression:
November 26, 2025 at 2:09 PM
The steam curls like cigarette smoke from an absent mouth.The liquid in the cup looks less like coffee and more like the same ink that bleeds from every shadow in this series.This is not shock for shock’s sake, It is the brutal honesty of living with depression:
a reminder that even in the safest routines, the darkness is still watching, still aroused by your exhaustion, still ready to press itself against the boundaries of your tired mind. That suffocating deep navy swallows almost every photon.
November 26, 2025 at 2:09 PM
a reminder that even in the safest routines, the darkness is still watching, still aroused by your exhaustion, still ready to press itself against the boundaries of your tired mind. That suffocating deep navy swallows almost every photon.
Where its apron should be, the fabric distorts and rises into an unmistakable, erect phallus, grotesque, deliberate, impossible to unsee once noticed. The act of being served becomes an act of violation.The cup is offered not with kindness, but with quiet dominance;
November 26, 2025 at 2:09 PM
Where its apron should be, the fabric distorts and rises into an unmistakable, erect phallus, grotesque, deliberate, impossible to unsee once noticed. The act of being served becomes an act of violation.The cup is offered not with kindness, but with quiet dominance;
In the fragile ritual of pouring a morning cup, the one small mercy we allow ourselves, the shadow returns wearing a new mask.
It stands behind the counter as the BARISTA.Tall, elongated, faceless except for a knowing tilt of the head.
It stands behind the counter as the BARISTA.Tall, elongated, faceless except for a knowing tilt of the head.
November 26, 2025 at 2:09 PM
In the fragile ritual of pouring a morning cup, the one small mercy we allow ourselves, the shadow returns wearing a new mask.
It stands behind the counter as the BARISTA.Tall, elongated, faceless except for a knowing tilt of the head.
It stands behind the counter as the BARISTA.Tall, elongated, faceless except for a knowing tilt of the head.
Our fucking old friend :))))
November 23, 2025 at 2:13 PM
Our fucking old friend :))))
More pieces, more stories, & more of that inescapable navy are coming over the next days.
artlovers, or simply those who understand what it feels like when color itself becomes a symptom, thank you for stepping into the dark with me. I made this series for you.
#MentalHealthArt
artlovers, or simply those who understand what it feels like when color itself becomes a symptom, thank you for stepping into the dark with me. I made this series for you.
#MentalHealthArt
November 23, 2025 at 2:08 PM
More pieces, more stories, & more of that inescapable navy are coming over the next days.
artlovers, or simply those who understand what it feels like when color itself becomes a symptom, thank you for stepping into the dark with me. I made this series for you.
#MentalHealthArt
artlovers, or simply those who understand what it feels like when color itself becomes a symptom, thank you for stepping into the dark with me. I made this series for you.
#MentalHealthArt
That blue is not just background; it is the very breath of the shadows, the ink they bleed into every corner of life.
The first painting is titled 'Overthinking'.
If this shade of blue lives somewhere inside you too, save this post.
The first painting is titled 'Overthinking'.
If this shade of blue lives somewhere inside you too, save this post.
November 23, 2025 at 2:08 PM
That blue is not just background; it is the very breath of the shadows, the ink they bleed into every corner of life.
The first painting is titled 'Overthinking'.
If this shade of blue lives somewhere inside you too, save this post.
The first painting is titled 'Overthinking'.
If this shade of blue lives somewhere inside you too, save this post.
And there is one color that haunts the entire series: a deep, almost-black navy blue.
It is the color of 3 a.m. thoughts that refuse to leave.
It is the color that swallows daylight, the exact shade the sky turns when the monsters decide the day is over before it has even begun.
It is the color of 3 a.m. thoughts that refuse to leave.
It is the color that swallows daylight, the exact shade the sky turns when the monsters decide the day is over before it has even begun.
November 23, 2025 at 2:08 PM
And there is one color that haunts the entire series: a deep, almost-black navy blue.
It is the color of 3 a.m. thoughts that refuse to leave.
It is the color that swallows daylight, the exact shade the sky turns when the monsters decide the day is over before it has even begun.
It is the color of 3 a.m. thoughts that refuse to leave.
It is the color that swallows daylight, the exact shade the sky turns when the monsters decide the day is over before it has even begun.
This body of work is deliberately dark and surreal. In every piece, monstrous silhouettes and creeping shadows spill across the canvas: permanent intruders that represent the unrelenting company of loneliness, anxiety, and the slow, grinding weight of existing while depressed.
November 23, 2025 at 2:08 PM
This body of work is deliberately dark and surreal. In every piece, monstrous silhouettes and creeping shadows spill across the canvas: permanent intruders that represent the unrelenting company of loneliness, anxiety, and the slow, grinding weight of existing while depressed.