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Mark Grantham (Canadian b.1966), Exquisite Timing (South Park, Halifax), 2024, Acrylic on board
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look at this wonderful gif of scallops getting scared and scattering like a flock pigeons
whatever. go my scallops
last night I had the experience of "referencing a tumblr post that you think is widely known but turns out to not be as widely known as you thought it was" last night and it was this post. whatever. go my scallops
do me a favor and plz reblog with your five most recently used non-face, non-hand, non-heart emojis
Ok so I got this thing while getting discount candy and just look at it!!!
This looks stupid…so I bought it because IM A RESPONSIBLE CONSUMER!!! Let’s open it.
HOW TO EGG??!!
Ok so rock but also slime and also foam. I did not plan for this.
Slime and bones. Like I am back in the 90s
Fluffy foam and bones.
Time to crack open a hard one with the boys
Holy hell
I swear it’s not drugs
We can rebuild it, we have the technology
Meet my child Stevphen!
Some holiday promptis stickers! The rest of the set are patreon exclusive but heres a few!
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A mark on your forehead identifies the god you must worship to stay alive, usually by joining its local church or temple. Your mark is unknown, meaning an old, forgotten god sponsored you. To survive, you must either find an old temple to worship at, or do the arduous task of building a new one
Nobody in your small coastal village has ever seen the Godmark that you were born with. It’s a dark russet sequence of criss-crossing lines, with a vertical arrowhead on the left and a circle on the right, just over where your brow meets your temple. Some of the traders who come down from the mountain say it looks like one of the scripts used in the hinterlands, but not a language that any of them recognize.
“If she’s got the temperament for it, she should try her luck inland,” they advise. “No point her starting a temple here if she’d find her people elsewhere, with a little searching.”
At first, your parents are reluctant to send you away. Though you’re well-behaved and diligent in your chores, you’re a sickly child with no God to worship. And besides, you’ve always been the dreamy type–inclined to lose track of time watching the path of rain droplets chasing down the window, or the fronds of an anemone as it sways in a rock pool.
Instead, they send you to the temple of the Storm to learn all you’ll need for your own God. You are happy there, for a time: making up beds and serving food to the castaways who pass through, keeping vigil at the lighthouse, burning incense and praying with the loyal widows and orphans of the drowned.
One such widow, an old, old lady, touches the mark on your forehead. “I recognise those letters. We wrote this way in the town where I grew up, way off past the mountains.”
Your heartbeat quickens. “What does it say!?”
She squints, eyes engulfed by wrinkles and hidden behind smudged glass. “A… Ar… Oh, I can’t remember how to speak it. I left before I learnt my letters properly. There was a war, you know. But I remember,” she says, mistily, “the most beautiful pink and white flowers used to grow, on the borders of the wheat fields…”
You try to ask more questions, but remembering the war distresses her, and so you speak of other things. When she’s drifted off to sleep, you get to your feet, go home and tell your parents: you are leaving in search of your God.
woman in a wlw way. man in a mlm way. nonbinary in a queer, unperceivable creature made up of contradictory amounts of light and darkness, formless, but at the same time ever shifting, like a memory and a dream, way.
nothing is ever going to be better than this gif. I see this gif and I just about cry every time.
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Stream today at 3!
Right here: picarto.tv/artinallday
I'm primarily gonna be doing background stuff.
Some paintings I did as Christmas presents for my family. I really liked how the seahorse and eye came out.
Some character concept stuff for grimshaw
I’m taking commissions now! Woo! More info about it under the read more.