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Bed #2, Bienvenido Cruz, 2026/04/22. Watercolor on paper, ~4.75x30in.
Testing out my new Analog Object Concertina sketchbook prototype.
its been a while
commissionđŠâ€ïž
messing around with human designs >:3
I don't care that you're of lower station
Or primed to sate my dark temptations
Why can't you understand?
Let me explain...
It feels SO good to have time off so I can have the inspiration to draw again. Anyways this song makes me think of Roman and I'm proud of this piece.
If you like it, please reblog it.
Just. For the record, for anyone worried after seeing that post; Traumadumping on the first day of therapy is like. A good therapistâs dream. Like they WANT you to spill out your problems so they can help you work through them. When you only have an hour with someone once a month it is a Godsend for them to be able to just. Say whats hurting them right off the bat. The biggest problem I had at therapy was I became so conditioned to not talk about my issues that nothing was able to get done. So please, âtraumadumpâ to your therapist. Its what theyâre paid for. They are trained to decompress, you donât have to worry about them.
Its The colonization
The first time I left the US was on a trip with my grandmother to Germany. My grandmother was always traveling. Always! Always off on some holiday somewhere, always bringing back tacky souvenirs.
I spoke a bit of German but was far from fluent. Iâd been a little worried about communication but my grandmother assured me weâd be fine. She did this all the time, after all.
My grandmother left me in the hotel room one morning to sleep in while she went to the nearby bakery to get some pastries for breakfast. When she returned, she looked very flustered. She got me up because she had to get this off her chest. The woman in the bakery⊠didnât speak ANY English. In her words, âNot a lick of English! Not one word!â I replied, heavy with sarcasm, âReally? In GERMANY?â She didnât pick up on my sarcasm at all and just thought I was equally as astonished as her.
Turns out every trip sheâd ever taken was with some pre-planned tour group for obnoxious white Americans. Never in all her years of traveling had she just gone into a small local shop and had to interact with a local whose entire business didnât revolve around serving people like her. It was a genuine surprise to her that a person - especially a white person! - would actually not understand English.
I later went down to the bakery to apologize as well as I could in German. Fortunately the woman found it very amusing that the American woman just kept talking louder and slower instead of trying to communicate in some other way, and wasnât bothered at all. But from that day forward I understood something about my grandmother (and a whole hell of a lot of other Americans) that I could never unlearn. That she literally saw everywhere in the world that wasnât America like some kind of giant fucking Disney World and everyone who didnât speak English as some kind of bumbling savage. I was embarrassed to be seen with her, ashamed to be there with her. This is very much A Thing and itâs fucking awful.
When I was young and traveling in the late 90s and to about 2007 I want to say? Every time we left the United states we were sat down and would go through some vocabulary that kids should know. Mainly thank yous, hellos and arbitrary pleasantries. I learned why this was so important the first time we went to France, we entered a port town after leaving England via boat. My Mother barely speaking French, it was nearing 9pm and we had missed the train because of a docking issue to get to our booked hotel. The ticket master of the ferry pointed us towards an old inn run by the sweetest woman I had ever met. She met us outside of it, waving us over and through my Momâs poor French and the Innkeepers broken english the two worked so much out. And after signing us in before she went to prep the room herself. She brought each of my siblings a tea pot filled with some of the best hot chocolate I ever had. Because it was so chilly. The next morning she did the same. Every time I said Merci in french sheâd just light up, she even help me learn a few extra things in the short time of breakfast. Apple, orange, tea cup. Itâs one of my favourite memories as a kid and something I try to show to people who canât speak English visiting America as I work retail. Because, expecting fluent English is rude. Appreciate people that can speak your language, no matter how small, because theyâre doing their best.
Me: âŠThe hell is it called the âdrawing roomâ for? Was drawing really such a wide-spread hobby, and if so, why do I never see any art equipment in the reconstructions of any of these rooms?
Historian, curator and documentary presenter Dr Lucy Wosley: Actually it was originally called the âwithdrawing roomâ, as in the place one withdrew to, and where only family and important guests were allowed to enter. The name got shortened over time.
Me: Oooooohhhh
wait, so all those scenes where people are invited into the âdrawing roomâ are actually a declaration of intimacy and close friendship or otherwise close ties / importance?
Yes.
Writers, take notes.
Oh my god they were in the drawing room
u know whats wild. everyone on here like 20 and when i first joined everyone was like 14 15. u ask anybody n they been here for years. nobody new on here. staff locked the doors n were all Stuck Inside
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artists on tumblr stop fukcing lying to yourselves you never draw those sticks and circles when you sketch stuff out you just die and you know it
artists tag yourselves
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Like did you see that date? It was adorable.
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