I don’t understand people

They say I'm a killer, but it's not true. Not at all. They need to stop saying things like this, this is very serious.

I would never hurt anybody. Mother told me not to. "There's no purpose to it," she said. "Not even bad people?" I asked. "Bad people deserve loneliness, not pain." Thus they don't deserve death either, for death often comes after pain. I guess you can't have the fruit without having to peel a little. Death is a gift and no gift is painless. And we don't gift bad people.

Why do they call me a killer? They say I'm serial. That, I understand. I've worked with dozens of nice people. But I'm not a killer. A lion is a killer. A butcher is a killer. Neither of them are happy to do what they do. They do everything to eat. I'm gentle. I don't eat meat. I don't roar, nor hunt, nor chop anything for a living. Everything I do is for free. I'm an artist, a transformer, a creator.

You see, nice people are like buds. They are beautiful as a promise. All I want is to see that promise come true. I believe in nice people. They are full of surprises. Thus, we can't simply call the people I work with "victims". They are projects. There's a slight difference.

If I had to teach my art, I would start simply: every bud needs to bloom. That's life. Every artist has tools. Sharp ones. That's life too. Then comes the project, the shy bud.

Every bud gives a different flower, but often, we can really see the bud's immediate potential by removing the leaves and the outer petals. It all starts with a peeling.

Depending on the size of the project, it can take one or several hours. It depends on the freshness of the material too: old buds are easier to peel, for example. Choose wisely your tools and your materials. You don't want to waste buds, that would be mean.

After the peeling, generally, we can see the true colors of the flower, and therefore its species. I'm used to see two kinds of flowers: delicate blooms and crawling plants. Delicate blooms need to rise up, and crawling plants need to spread out. A few cuts, some sticks and ropes, a little smoothing, and it's all set. Once you have discerned the species, the artwork is evident. All you have to do is add your own style and creativity.

The thing is people are obsessed with color. I hide, because I'm shy, but I can see their faces when they unpack my creations. They don't see all the efforts I make. They only see red, and that's sad. Red is just a support. That's not the whole gift. Flowers have stems, petals, polen, leaves, spikes, sometimes. Not just colors.

The thing is, for now, everybody's blind. But one day they'll see.