Do not separate them.
trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Origami Around
Three Goblin Art
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One Nice Bug Per Day
Xuebing Du

Andulka
Keni
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Show & Tell
art blog(derogatory)
NASA

shark vs the universe
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Cosimo Galluzzi

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Claire Keane
Peter Solarz
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Do not separate them.
off to a good start
FAT DOG
My room mate found this 9-1-1 Emergency Education VHS and we watched it together. We seem to have the only record of its existence. And here’s a taste.
This Village Without Roads Is Straight Out Of A Fairytale Book
The village Giethoorn known as the “Venice of the Netherlands” was founded in 1230 and resembles some of the most beautiful fairytale passages. The stunning oddity contains no roads or modern transportation. With the help of canals and 176 bridges, people are able to navigate through its wonders.
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already planning my next trip to Denver and I cant wait!!
the thought of moving is both really exciting and terrifying. but, I know I can do it~
Okay so I’m watching my friend’s cats while she’s away and she left me descriptions so I could tell who’s who
They’re pretty accurate
#kirbysDreamLandChallenge
“The Aftermath” Oils on Wood
11″x14″ —– Around this time 3 years ago I was a senior at Columbus College of Art and Design. I created a piece of work titled “Ghost of Nature” for my senior thesis exhibition. It depicted an albino stag, lifeless, with a projected animation of a small bird eating at it’s corpse. The projection made the bird appear ghostly and transparent, as if it wasn’t actually there. I explained in my presentation to my professors that the work was elluding to childhood trauma and sexual abuse. Metaphorically speaking, I was the both the ghostly bird and the deer corpse. Unfortunately for me, my professors were crash, inattentive and very insensitive. One professor said to me, “well you can make anything about rape. You can sculpt a pot and call it rape!” So, this is dedicated to that asshole. This is a painting about childhood trauma, abuse, and rape- and how much it fucking hurts everywhere, everyday. A constant picking and picking until nothing is left. Hollow, yet still enduring a torturous pain.
im cured