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It's getting warmer out there ladies, and you know what that means... it's catcall season! Be sure to dust off your banners and stretch out those middle fingers. You don't want to sprain them.

“Catcaller” by Bri Mellott Vinyl stickers available!

#art #illustration #feminism #catcalling #catcaller #femme #cyclist #cyclisme #fuck off #catcall #feminist art #bikes #bicycle

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Colonialism and imperialism have not paid their score when they withdraw their flags and their police forces from our territories. For centuries the capitalists have behaved in the underdeveloped world like nothing more than war criminals. Deportations, massacres, forced labor, and slavery have been the main methods used by capitalism to increase its wealth, its gold or diamond reserves, and to establish its power.

Frantz Fanon, Wretched of the Earth (via gayasscommie)

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The truth is, I’ve never cared for the National Anthem. If you think about it, it’s not a good song. Too high for most of us with “the rockets red glare” and then there are the bombs. (Always, always, there is war and bombs.) Once, I sang it at homecoming and threw even the tenacious high school band off key. But the song didn’t mean anything, just a call to the field, something to get through before the pummeling of youth. And what of the stanzas we never sing, the third that mentions “no refuge could save the hireling and the slave”? Perhaps, the truth is, every song of this country has an unsung third stanza, something brutal snaking underneath us as we blindly sing the high notes with a beer sloshing in the stands hoping our team wins. Don’t get me wrong, I do like the flag, how it undulates in the wind like water, elemental, and best when it’s humbled, brought to its knees, clung to by someone who has lost everything, when it’s not a weapon, when it flickers, when it folds up so perfectly you can keep it until it’s needed, until you can love it again, until the song in your mouth feels like sustenance, a song where the notes are sung by even the ageless woods, the short-grass plains, the Red River Gorge, the fistful of land left unpoisoned, that song that’s our birthright, that’s sung in silence when it’s too hard to go on, that sounds like someone’s rough fingers weaving into another’s, that sounds like a match being lit in an endless cave, the song that says my bones are your bones, and your bones are my bones, and isn’t that enough?

Ada Limón, “A New National Anthem” (via dorothea-rising)

“Humus” by Bri Mellott

#artists on tumblr #my art #aethertransmutations #black and white #woman #mushrooms #skull #crystals #humus #forest #illustration #art #pen and ink #nude

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Happy Cactus Designs

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Cold slice, Esteban Ocampo Giraldo

“Palmistry” by Bri Mellott

#palmistry #palm reading #mystic #magic #wicca #witchcraft #psychic #art #illustration #hands #aethertransmutations

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Escorpión 🦂 vs. 🦇Murciélago • The world is full of battles… Sometimes it’s fun to take tiny ones and make them really big, other times it’s best to let them stay small. • Many thanks to @gurumx & CDMX! Rad spot in Regina, really lively and friendly. This piece was inspired by my favorite episode of Planet Earth II. Swipe for details. Who’s gonna win??

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