The Neo-Brutalist movement is not for the faint of heart. It's a call to arms, a declaration of war against the tired, the bland, and the banal. We reject the notion that design must be pleasing, that form follows function, and that beauty is a virtue.
We do not shy away from the bold, the bright, and the obnoxious. Our palette is a riot of clashing hues, a maelstrom of discordant tones. We paint in primary colors, in bold strokes, and with an unapologetic disregard for convention.
Chaos is our ally, our muse, our raison d'être. We do not seek balance, harmony, or resolution. We revel in the mess, the mayhem, and the unbridled energy of the digital age_goals.
We reject the tyranny of meaning, the shackles of nuance, and the chains of context. Our words are a weapon, a Molotov cocktail of meaninglessness, hurled against the walls of the status quo.