Oda Iselin Sønderland (Norwegian/Irish, 1996) - A Ball of Yarn (2022)

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Oda Iselin Sønderland (Norwegian/Irish, 1996) - A Ball of Yarn (2022)
monks must have had crazy drama. all horny and bald and unwashed all together. pretty little friars
Waiting for spring. Photo by Igor Gnevashev, USSR, 1980s.
a thing to understand is that indie games can push the envelope not in spite of being indie but because of it. once your company gets big enough you simply cannot make a game like Baba Is You
Random comment on pasta recipe has me breaking down
everybody tweets like a social theorist these days, blaming their sad little lives on the commodification of art, decline of third spaces, hyperindividualism, and other such nonsense. I, on the other hand, know what's causing my misery--the demiurge's curse
This disclaimer pops up whenever I start talking
Misty Midnights
Watercolor On Black Paper
2023, 22"x 30"
Blue Waterlilies, Nymphaea caerulea
Fkujyu Temple sakura, Japan (by Sky-Genta)
JOHAN LAURENTZ JENSEN
I don't know who needs to hear this, but
YOU DO NOT NEED TO START A NEW HOBBY!
STEP AWAY FROM THE TEXTILES!
YOU DON'T NEED MORE YARN!
THAT FABRIC IS NOT CALLING TO YOU! LEAVE IT ALONE!
boy it's me the textiles speaking to you inside your head. you need the yarn. you need thread. your soul hungers to participate in the act of creation. you must feed it. you must buy so many beads.
Her Favorite by Mikola Kornilovich Bodarevskij, 1905
Bedtime.
you know a cat wrote this
Kisho Kurokawa’s Nakagin Capsule Tower (1972)
you will hear me sharpening my axe at all times
you will see my vengeful gaze as you walk by my workshop one cold and foggy afternoon in our hamlet and i will not stop sharpening my axe on my grindstone and when you go home later that night you will think of your deeds and the evils youve conjured and listen to the grinding of my axe and you will not sleep well
“Im not dignifying that with a response” gets me every time. Im not acknowledging tht stupid ass shit