Generally an art appreciator that usually lurks around in search for some good art. I may not be an interesting figure, but the artists I follow certainly are. [2026 update]: I don't really reblog much anymore except for things I'll be coming back to on the regular, like artist profiles. I don't have a following so I treat this blog as more of a Tumblr bookmark than anything.
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
No matter how it looks. No matter if it's your best or your worst work or just practise - it's still your work. It can inspire. It can brighten someone's day. Someone might learn from it. Even if kept to yourself, even if it's unfinished, even if deleted, it's your art. It is something you made. No matter if you have been drawing for ages or just begun or picked up the pen after a break. Your art deserves love. There is nothing gained from negative self-talk. Don't dull your shine.
ok so, I approached my local library with a proposal to donate a mural as a way to A: build portfolio/gain practical experience and B: give back to a beloved public institution. The director was very enthusiastic about it and i've been working on it since the beginning of March. Come with me as I endeavor to paint what is in all honesty an excessive amount of birds
I wanted the birds to look like they were actually in the space so first thing after doing the draft was to do a lighting study
after that I covered the walls in letters in lieu of a projector/vr headset bc i have neither of those :) Then i take a picture of the section of wall and superimpose the lineart over top of it so I can pencil in the lines
et voila
and that was a whole week on it's own so next comes the paintin' >:)
you're allowed to draw. draw badly even. draw and then delete it. draw and rework it and then delete it anyway. draw only half of it and the other half three years later. in one style or another. in different styles in the same week. traditional or digital. you're literally allowed to draw however you want
Maybe Temi meeting Marchosias? Or giving him a headache? The classic little red riding hood vs big bad wolf? I don't think I've seen the motive done despite the potential.
Marchosias would think “I could capture this ghost to find a way to cure the Rot through interrogation or experimentation on exorcism methods”
Temi would think “Ooh his lab and dissection tools look cool. It’d also be really cool if the stitching on his face came loose and his head split open like a melon”
I don’t know, maybe they could build a friendship off that.
I think this song’s lyrics fit any of the Woolhaven lambs and Marchosias (non-romantically mostly):
You have the thing I love
But the need in me is way too much
(But the fear in me is way too much)
If I, open wide
One of us may get lost inside
Me or you, one of us is going to need to die
My interpretation about how the song fits (in a non-shipping way) below:
This song is about a mutually codependent relationship but I can kinda interpret it non-romantically as participants in cycles of violence. In both cases each party will hurt the other in pursuit of one of their consuming desires (in the song it’s to not be possessed yet possess the other, in this story’s case it’s to get revenge on their own selfish terms). Who survives in the end may come down to practical power or emotional strength (succeed in subduing the other but perpetuate the cycle until it consumes all OR curb your desire, despite the uncertainty and fear, and escape).
Marchosias uses technological brutality to protect himself against his fear of falling victim to the Gods. To him, irrationally, his functionally equivalent cruelty is worth it to keep himself from being subject to the cruelty of the Gods. His desire is so strong that he would prefer death over giving up his cause, and the inability to forgive is one way in which he is weaker than the lambs.
I like fun subversions of the predator and prey trope. The predator is weaker because it cannot control its hunger even for its own benefit (I’m saying Marchosias probably could have avoided a God’s cruel control without insisting on liberation only by his cruel methods, but he couldn’t bring himself to trust the Lamb to not be awful and to stop the Rot so…).
I think of it like a Prisoner’s Dilemma, the lambs and Marchosias would each be better off if they BOTH forgive and trust the other than if they BOTH oppose and mistrust the other, but opposing the other seems like the safer option whatever the other party does. Opposing is also the ONLY option if they each insist on their selfish goal.
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