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fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk
I bow to the hound with the mightiest jaw / oh, baby, let’s get down, I want to bark like a god
uncensored 🦋
New York Winter 2014 2015
That actually happened to me a couple hundred years ago
i love the whole world violently. and i dont want to go to work
Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don't find yourself.
Prints if you want them :)
Personal piece in between commissions! If you're looking for a comm, feel free to reach out at [email protected] <3
Damned to love once
Will have a bit of time on my hands in the coming weeks/months. Hope you’re all well.
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Words from sidelines by phoebe bridgers
moomin floating in a cup of green tea
Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don't find yourself.
Prints if you want them :)
Personal piece in between commissions! If you're looking for a comm, feel free to reach out at [email protected] <3
Foie Graphics
"i’ll lighten up eventually, but lately i’ve been deep diving into the “gift of tears” an ancient belief that some sorrow is sacred. ⠀ early monks called it penthos: sorrow that cleanses, a second baptism. not weakness, but recognition but of beauty, grief, love and loss. a way the soul speaks when language fails. ⠀ i’ve cried lately over kindness, grief, animals mourning their people. and it doesn’t feel pathetic. sometimes it feels devotional. ⠀ they said if you cried during prayer, it meant divinity was near. ⠀ if you’ve cried this week, maybe it wasn’t just sadness. maybe it was holy."
-Foie Graphics
‘Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.’
Words by Clementine Von Radics