Ness!

24 ✿ Non-binary ✿ Ukrainian

[eggnessa]

Here is my meet the artist! I'm Ness :) I also enjoy creating horror esc art sometimes as well

[eggnessa]

A room full of strangers,

each carrying a private ache,

hoping something beautiful might finally reach it.

Sometimes it does.

Sometimes it's being witnessed.

Sometimes it's connection.

Sometimes it's learning how to stay with ourselves.

And somehow,

that feels a little like coming home.

[eggnessa]

It doesn't hurt just because people stop being lovers. That happens. It's the idea that someone who once knew your favorite songs, your fears, your weird little habits, your dreams at 2 AM... becomes someone you pass by like you never existed in each other's worlds

[januaryhoney]

Late Spring, Mary Oliver

[yellowwwa]

[entheognosis]

[entheognosis]

“Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”

— Paul Bowles

[dappermouth]

And then you had that dream again.

[eggnessa]

A wolf leaves behind a shattered trap, wounded but free. The blood on the path is a reminder that healing is not always immediate, and that survival often carries a cost. Yet beyond the scars and broken chains lies an open horizon.

This belief that no matter what has happened to us, there is still a way forward. We may carry our wounds with us for a time, but they do not define where we are going.

Sometimes strength is not found in remaining untouched. Sometimes strength is simply taking the next step

[eggnessa]

I've always felt that animals carry a kind of quiet wisdom. This piece explores the idea that the universe isn't something separate from us- that the same fire lives in stars, animals, and people alike. When we look deeply enough, perhaps what we find isn't judgment or answers, but recognition.

[weltenwellen]

Goatsong Leila Chatti

[pbwells3]

I Have Walked Through History

by p.b. wells

I have walked through history with dust in my mouth and blood on my boots.

I was there when a sharpened stone ended the first argument.

I was there when kings learned poor boys could be traded for borders.

I watched empires rise with marble teeth and gold prayers, then rot from the belly like fruit left in the sun.

Rome burned. Troy burned. cities nobody names anymore burned so clean even the ghosts left.

I saw men march under crosses, flags, moons, eagles, and every holy excuse ever stitched to cloth.

they all said God was with them.

funny thing.

God always seemed to be on both sides until the screaming started.

I saw boys run into cannon fire because some clean bastard called it honor.

I saw mothers dig through smoke and brick for pieces of children while speeches were written miles away by men with soft hands.

I saw trenches swallow a generation.

I saw camps where the air itself looked ashamed.

I saw cities turned to ash in one bright flash.

and after all that, after the graves, the flags, the medals, the prayers, we learned not one goddamned thing.

we still hand the keys to the loudmouth evolutionary dropout.

we still cheer when some swollen tyrant points at strangers and says, there, there is your enemy.

blame the foreigner. blame the poor. blame the darker face. blame the wrong prayer. blame anything except the bastard picking your pocket while promising salvation.

I have watched the whole sorry spectacle. kings. generals. presidents. holy men. businessmen selling patriotism by the barrel.

they build monuments with stolen bread.

they build statues tall enough to hide the bodies.

and the people clap.

Christ, how the people clap.

I have walked the same road for centuries.

different boots. different flags. same mud.

same hate. same lies. same little men standing on the backs of the desperate and calling themselves giants.

and I am tired now.

bone tired.

tired of courage shoveled under speeches.

tired of sacrifice chopped up into campaign music.

tired of decent people worked hollow while silk-suited parasites lecture them about duty.

still, some stupid piece of me keeps looking for us poor dumb animals to grow up before we strike the match and call the fire progress.

https://www.deviantart.com/pbwells

[monstermonger]

Friend in an alleyway | my wife sent me this photo the other day and said "you HAVE to draw this." and I agreed completely <:

[monstermonger]

oops I was told you can only see the photo if you have a bsky account, so here's a screenshot of it!

[eggnessa]

She learned that strength wasn't the armor. it was the light underneath it. Some fanart of Garnet from Steven Universe because she's just amazing and such a beautiful character 🥹♥️ soo so much wisdom in her

[eggnessa]

The Ouroboros curls around all things. Endings, beginnings, grief, love, the selves we outgrow. Beneath the endless serpent, we keep meeting ourselves again and again until we finally see, gathering what was lost and returning it to the world as light.

[eggnessa]

I entered a draw this in your style contest from Instagram! It's their OC named Ego :) I could imagine him as the kind of character who enjoys the night.

[eggnessa]

The process for the commission I've been working on. I've still gotta glue sea shells onto it as requested from the commissioner! To me this horse is like a guardian :)

There's sooo much reflective metallic paint on this piece that I can't quite capture through my camera!