Myself in my home-office/study with one of my (now dead) cats. Photo by author, 2020s
Hi there, my name is Erin List (she/her), aka. “Scarfront”.
I’m a human polymath, visual artist, graphic designer, game developer and designer, inventor, scientist, philosopher-poet, mathematician, computer programmer-scientist, musician, drummer-percussionist, whistler, singer-songwriter, cook, archer, actress, anthropologist-ludologist, palaeontologist, photographer, historian-mythologist-storyteller, pattern-seeker-generator, autodidact, educator, mentor, democratic anarchist and infinite player based in Graz, Austria, where I was born in the mid-1990s of the common human era and subsequently got raised and nurtured by and with my mother, family and acquaintances, friends, as well as in local schools and educational institutions, and partially through freely available information on the Internet and other institutions, such as museums, libraries, and much else.
I’ve been art & design director at the Game Lab Graz at the Institute of Human-Centred Computing at Graz University of Technology from September 2019 to June 2025, for video game design, development and research.
I’m currently (as of around July 2025) working freelance as an artist, graphic designer and game developer mostly, while also being active as an activist for various social and environmental/ecological causes, such as queer-feminist emancipation, women’s rights, trans rights, kink- and sex positivity, climate justice, design justice, crip/disability/accessibility and workers rights, decolonization, anti-racism and animal rights.
I’m available for hire either full-time, part-time, or on contract/freelance basis, be it as a visual artist, musician, actress, or honestly whatever, all under the right conditions, the basis of which is that I only work with teams, groups, companies and institutions that have a better future for all of humanity and life on earth in mind. More details once you contact me directly.
This section is both a personal autobiography and history, that I plan to continuously update to be as accurate as possible as the years go by. In our ever faster changing world in the 21st century I’ve gotten tired of repeatedly telling my own backstory to new people I meet as well as old acquaintances. The arrival of AI has as I see it only made certain aspects of retaining any semblance of truth harder if not downright impossible. Some philosophers think that we’re living in a post-truth world, to the further detriment of autistic people such as myself.
Be that as it may, one aspect that continues to be particularly annoying to me in everyday life as one of the lost generation of autistic/neurodivergent people is that when interacting with other people they judge me based on fragmented information they have about me that is either completely wrong or erroneous to put things simply. It is my belief that too many Austrian’s and other people of the Western world are downright decadent and completely oblivious to their own privileges, particularly the academic ones that mostly work in cosy offices in front of computers and spend more time traveling via plane and giving TED talks than solving any actual problems. Many (cis-)men in particular, but lots of (cis-)women too. They haven’t yet made an acquaintance with struggles that e.g. many disabled people, queer people, migrants or working class people have had to go through, let alone when viewed through an intersectional lense.
Contrary to some contemporary psychological “consensus” on autistic people, change per se isn’t my personal issue, neither is unpredictable change (for why else would I enjoy e.g. playing video games so much that often have a certain amount of unpredictability and many delightful surprises built in, as do other forms of media, sports, or what have you. I have few issues interacting with people in general and often been the team synthesist and leader in various professional as well as everyday situations).
Lots of positive and socially progressive change in fact I would happily welcome with open arms, provided it is towards a better and more peaceful future for all of humankind, life on planet earth and the rest of the universe.
However, the early 21st century has shown that apparently not everyone else on this “blue marble” that we call earth shares this rather holistic simple goal, and the mass use of advertising media and propaganda have created an information chaos that few if anyone can still see through unless you put in some real effort to disect facts from fakes almost constantly.
It’s unpredictable change that is either too rapid to comprehend and most importantly imposed upon me, my personal possessions or creations (during the process of creation) without my explicitly given prior consent that aggravates me (or in the case of collaborative and team projects, by someone outside the project team).
In an over-technologized 21st century society this usually only happens due to either “natural catastrophies” (themselves often caused or exacerbated by human action) or the direct actions of other people (”Der Mensch ist des Menschen Wolf”).
My simple solution to solve this issue on the individual or collective level is simply to refuse interacting or collaborating with people that violate my consent. Unless I invite you into my magic circle of play, you’re not welcome in it. On the country or city level this is much harder, for there are so many dynamic actors playing simultaneously. On the world level it becomes effectively impossible. We’re all in this together after all.
“Our bodies, our choice, our voice”. “Nothing about us, without us” “Credit where credit is due”
My own history (history being things that happened before my birth) roughly starts with that of my parents. My family on my mother’s side is originally largely from the rural countryside of Styria. Both she and my father are from working-class backgrounds. My mother worked as a social worker most of her life and raised three of my siblings and myself largely by herself, since all our fathers were absent during large parts of our childhood. My father is a craftsperson and worked in various construction-type jobs. I was raised roman-catholic and baptised by Wolfgang Pucher in Graz.
I went to Kindergarten, though I left earlier than the other kids. I was capable of reading and writing German from around the age of 3, as well as doing basic arithmetic and mathematics. With this sort of mental advantage compared to other kids my age I was home-schooled by a former teacher and family acquaintance in various other topics, from geography and astronomy to physics and palaeontology. I was essentially over-educated from an early age, and entered school with the knowledge of a professor.
It is of little surprise then that I was either often bored in the following years going to school, or sometimes got into fierce arguments with teachers or classmates on particular details of certain subject matters.
I got to skip first grade as I already knew all the formal learning content. The subsequent three school years were actually fun for the most part from what I can remember.
In 2001, at the age of 6, I witnessed the destruction and fall of the world trade center live on television from home.
At around the age of 10 I got into the BRG Körösi.