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Kaledo Art
Peter Solarz
almost home
Keni
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styofa doing anything
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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i don't do bad sauce passes
Claire Keane
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@bytemesys
Another artwork heavily inspired by - Tempest (Demo II) from Ethel's new demos drop
This track pulls me straight into the pleasure found in nostalgia. Not to bring sadness but rather as an escapism or diving in a profound state of daydream to persevere in cherishing something that's gone.
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Some sketches I did during my first day of uni 🤍
Radio towers on repeat got me inspired to do these 🤍
With the lyrics from Janie 🤍
Got inspired while waiting for the next album 🤍
Alternative art cover for Nettles 🌿🤍
- bytemesys
Graphite and digital colorisation
a little something from my sketchbook
Punish (demo II) Inspired art 🖤
@mothercain
Digital painting of @mothercain as Zelda - by me 🖤
Close-ups xx
@mothercain
holy shit, no way
what we really need is a femininomenon!
(a what?)
a femininomenon!!
a family tree inspired sketchbook page
@mothercain
YOU’RE TOO YOUNG AND YOU CRY ‘TIL YOU’RE SOAKING WET
YOU’RE NOT YOUR FATHER BUT YOU WEAR HIS CLOTHES TO BED
GOING OVER SOMETHING HE SAID
SPIRITED AWAY (2001) dir. Hayao Miyazaki
Once, someone told me I was too accessable, I was too available for people. That this was the reason I lost my worth, they didn't have to try, I was there even after days of silence, even after they wronged me. They could come back to me, they were knew I would be there. I was the first one to text, to call, to confess my feelings, first to comfort and hold. I was selflessly present, always, there for the people who were my worst memories. I thought a lot about it, it's true, I'm the person who reads something that reminds me of someone, I call them. I randomly buy stuffs for people, things which make me think of them. Elaborate gestures for their special day, even when they never call me on my birthday. I'm there to hold them, if I have to, is it wrong? I couldn't help but wonder when did being warm become miserable, when did loving people became pain?
clarified
not wasted years
no
I remember clear the afternoon
teaching other bored students
when the subject matter at hand
clarified
became crystal in my own mind
how many times said:
tutor notes
are ideas put down
without passing through
the minds of either
teacher or student?
& there I was
one hot afternoon early June
in my own epiphany
passing on ideas
that now made better sense
than when I’d received them
those sunny afternoons
those years
before
neil benbow
**((Acrylic painting 03/21 by: me))((“Duality”))**
I have this Pain in my body
left side of my chest
It’s an emptiness inside me
it’s a meal for my regret
I didn’t hear them screaming loudly
as I walked in front of it.
Like smoke billowing clouds 
Rush up to the heavens
in a critical pattern
Reminiscent of days
when the fire burned clean
between us
back before
the variables of time
and nights I’ve lost my mind
brought impurities into the flames
now instead of orange
they burn bright green
things are never
exactly what
they seem
she loves
me she
loved
me.
-sonder-
