Melovemealot

If you’ve figured out I’m following you on my fake Instagram account, fine. You don’t matter to me. None of you do. Not one. I don’t care which friend you’re eating ice cream with in Verona, how cute your dog looks at sunset, or why you thought your bare feet next to your lunch would make a good photo. You’re invisible to me. The filters don’t change that.

But there’s one person. Melovemealot. A Korean artist. She’s the only reason I kept Instagram.

She actually works. Real art. Not your selfies, not your travel photos, not fitness guys in underwear with cleaning products thinking they’re influencers. Go to the gym. Get an office job. You’ll have a real life. Because those muscles and the face and the body you’re so proud of—they’re going to go soft in a few years like everyone else’s. That’s just time.

Melovemealot puts in effort. Takes Instagram and Photoshop and creates something actual with them. In a world of pure fake perfection, her images break what normal looks like. Perfect squares that somehow make you question the whole perfection thing. MLMA to her followers. Nothing looks like her work because she’s thinking instead of copying.

That’s why. One artist making something real.