About me
Hi. I'm Erveth.
Or what's left of me after filtering reality through walls of sarcasm and a broken synthesizer.
If you're looking for self-help, comfort, or finding your best self, you've clicked on the wrong tab.
But if you're dealing with existential exhaustion and you're totally okay with that, you're into illustrated self-sabotage, and you think the future looks like a cheap, dive-bar cyberpunk… then yeah, you're not alone, and you might actually dig this place. Or idea. Or project. Or whatever the hell it is.
What I do?
Basically, it's illustrated outskirt nihilism, dirty retrofuturism, and lucid cynicism.
My "art" is both traditional and digital—meaning classic grimy hand-drawn sketches with markers, which I then digitize, tweak the shadows and lights, and slap on some busted neon tones to melt your retinas.
You can find posters ranging from 5x7" (~13x18cm)—perfect for your desk—to 20x30" (~50x75cm), so your guests know you're not quite right in the head. Coming soon: notebooks, mousepads, t-shirts, and of course, mugs. You know, gotta have coffee while pretending you care about that 9:00 AM meeting.
And if you wanna high-res files of my art for 5€ (or whatever your conscience dictates), or feel like the main character in a low-budget simulation, I'll draw you (or your cat) with a custom shitty quote. Swing by my Ko-Fi and check out digital shop and how commissions work.
Where does all this come from?
Because yeah, there's a story behind it. You're probably not interested, but I'm telling you anyway.
It all started with a notebook full of… "reflections" that sometimes popped into my head at the most inconvenient moments or in absurd situations. Algorithm control, why our brain feels like a drunk GPS, what an alien would think if it stumbled upon our planet, what a cemetery of our discarded selves would look like every time we make a decision, extreme resilience lessons from fruit flies, or why cats are, technically, our overlords.
And from those reflections, I thought: "hm, it'd be cool to make a song about this shit." So I wrote the lyrics, hopped on Suno – an AI that creates music; you'll understand I have zero natural musical talent – and started generating songs like there was no tomorrow. Dirty synth with that voice of a lady caught between Prozac and panic, of course – gotta stay on brand. And, well, things escalated and I ended up opening a YouTube channel and dropping them on Spotify, both dead as doornails.
And recently, it hit me that after this whole fascinating adventure, I might as well focus on the one thing I'm supposedly decent at, which is drawing. So here we are, with a shop on Fourth Wall, a Ko-fi page where I yap about my crap, and – much to my own dismay – trying to reach other weirdos like me through social media.
If you feel like listening to dark synth sounds that feel like they're from a broken arcade machine in a space gas station, here's the full album on YouTube. And yeah, it's also on Spotify – don't ask me why.
Anyway, if you made it this far, congrats on reading this entire ramble. Or at least for scrolling past it really fast. And thanks.
Feel free to drop by my existential roadside bar, come on in, and pick your favorite blue screen of death.