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by Kitano Tsunetomi.
I must not delay task. Delay task is the mindkiller. Delay task is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my task. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the task has gone there will be nothing. Only completed task will remain.
Eve 2026
colored pencil and acrylic on my notebook
https://www.instagram.com/cherubscanvas
Kribo ( Curly ) Orchid — West Papua + Solomon Islands
rené van den berg in shoegasm: an explosion of cutting-edge design - clare anthony (2012)
ISHIKAWA Toraji Ten types of female nudes (Rajo Jusshu 裸女十種) series (1934) colour woodblock National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne Blue parrot Morning Youth Resting In the bathroom Reading Black cat Sound of the bell Leisure time Dance
Hélène Béland (Canadian, 1949) - Un Capteur de Lumière (Light Catcher) (2012)
Ricardo Martínez de Hoyos - El Brujo (The Wizard), oil on canvas, 1971
Dahling you simply must read this book! It’s all about this devious little caterpillar who simply gorges himself on all manner of divine things
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In elementary school, my best friend and I had this game we would play where we were school supplies living inside a child's desk and going on slice-of-life adventures inside it. And I remember that a key component of our school supply society was a sort of religious schism that existed around the purpose and nature of the giant hand that occasionally reached in to grab different citizens, use them, and then return them, because most school supplies considered this an auspicious and enviable moment of being selected for a greater purpose and allowed a glimpse of a vast truth, but pencils considered it a horrible portent of doom because they always got sharpened during it and came back smaller and closer to death. We were third graders btw.
illustration by shee liu
can you imagine how good shows would be if writers thought of women as human beings