mort wilde // cp wip

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He smells like whiskey and blackleaf cigars. Mort Wilde lives on the outskirts of the Capitol, on a cliffside home raven-black in design. A cathedral of a home, Mortimer has always been committed to an aesthetic of absurdity. As a young boy he wore all black, soot like in appearance like the coals of District 12. He began an apprentice to a stylist named Jenas almost thirty years ago. 

Time goes so quickly. 

Art, art will outlive him. 

Death becomes him, exposed to the realities of it at a young age. Mortimer invested deeply into his tributes at the time, attending three funerals and leaving the stylist team at the age of 19. It's strange, being so intimate with a walking corpse. A fascination that would inspire nearly three decades in bodies of work, leaving fashion behind he would come to push his passion for art as his career. With sculpture's hands he would create his first animated film with nothing but paint and clay.