I see young men,
Faces perfect in the screen’s glow,
Harvesting fame like digital grain—
Millions of hearts for a fabricated smile.

Their beauty: a simple, quick currency.
But my efforts of creation
Remain a slow burn,
Their depths, not caught
By the fleeting glance.

It asks for more
Than a superficial studio light.
For art is beauty—
But beauty, these days, is rarely art.

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I’m James

Hi, I’m James Gale, a multi-media artist and autism ambassador from Belgium.

I create music, poetry, and paintings, and I write both fiction and fantasy as well as non-fiction on autism and neurodiversity.

My work explores themes of mental health, identity, and life on the autism spectrum, blending honesty with creativity.

Welcome to my world of stories, art, and advocacy!

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