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Finished stitching my Oversight series.
12 small embroidered poem-objects in wool, linen, cotton, silk, stitched on canvaswork mesh and edged in glass beads.
Edit to add(thank you @avpdgirl): [ID: 1. stitching: They know your name, 2. stitching: They scan your face, 3. stitching: They time your call, 4. stitching: They hide your post, 5. stitching: They form your view, 6. stitching: They sold your data, 7. stitching: They view your work, 8. stitching: They note your exit, 9. stitching: They mark your test, 10. stitching: They flag your card, 11. stitching: They read your file, 12. stitching: They lock your cell. /End ID]
🚨 DAVE CHAPPELLE WENT LIVE AT 3 A.M. WITH AN EMERGENCY MESSAGE:
“I got a message tonight and it was meant to silence me.”
Watch more: https://basslinehubus.com/dave-chappelle-went-live-at-3-am-with-an-emergency-message-i-got-a-message-toight-ad-it-was-meat-jtp492-tramynew123-befca97ece84
New York City, 3:07 a.m. Dave Chappelle didn’t wait for a publicist statement, a scheduled interview, or a carefully edited comedy special clip. He went live without warning during the quietest hours of the night. No music. No stage lights. No audience laughter.
Dressed in a dark hoodie beneath a simple jacket, Dave Chappelle stepped into frame holding his phone.
He didn’t open with jokes.
He didn’t open with comedy.
“Tonight at 1:44 a.m., I received a message,” he said calmly. “From a verified account connected to a powerful political figure. One sentence.”
He read it aloud:
“Keep talking about things that aren’t your business, Dave — and don’t assume people around you will keep protecting you.”
He lowered the phone.
“That’s not criticism,” Chappelle said. “That’s intimidation.”
His voice never rose. That made it heavier.
He spoke about influence — about pressure applied quietly behind closed doors. About the unspoken rule that comedians are expected to entertain people, make audiences laugh, and stay away from conversations that make powerful people uncomfortable.
He acknowledged that this wasn’t the first warning. That he had been advised more than once to “just stick to comedy,” to tell jokes and avoid speaking too deeply about politics, race, and power.
“I’ve been told comedy has limits,” he said. “That truth becomes dangerous the moment people stop laughing.”
He paused, then added, “But tonight feels different. Tonight feels like somebody wants silence.”
Dave Chappelle held up his phone. The screen was blurred. It vibrated once. Then again.
“So I’m here,” he said. “Live. No edits. No managers. No script.”
He spoke about accountability — not as entertainment, but as responsibility. About how silence under pressure becomes surrender. About how threats rarely arrive screaming — sometimes they appear calm, professional, and carefully worded enough for people to deny what they really mean.
“If anything happens to my voice, my platform, or my ability to speak freely going forward,” he said, “people should start asking who benefits from that silence.”
The phone buzzed again. He set it face-down on the table and didn’t look at it.
“I’m not backing down,” Chappelle said. “I’m not looking for a fight either. I’m just going to keep saying what I see.”
He straightened, looked directly into the camera, and delivered his final line before stepping away from the frame:
“I’ll see y’all soon. Assuming they still let me.”
The livestream continued.
The chair sat empty.
And the phone kept vibrating...
Pride prints are back in stock but leaving soon! 🐹🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Thinkin' about fat bear week. Found this tender photo. Happy Friday. - - - - - - - - - "Someday you can win Fat Bear Week. Photo/ K. Stenberg" by KatmaiNPS is marked with Public Domain Mark 1.0.
Saw a piece by @xnighten which had this cool black out poetry style look! ^^ I thought it was so cool and wanted to do something like it with the ORV boys :D The result turned out pretty nice in my opinion~
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Let them be unserious !
They are figuring it out
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She dodged a bullet
i need to gush about how incredibly seamless her compositing is in these. Compositing is incredibly hard and time consuming work on a crisp clean digital image. But compositing into what seems to be a scanned photograph that was shot on film? Insane work. The film grain + photo paper texture is matched perfectly as well as the varying softness from being slightly out of focus in different amounts in each image. Each film stock has its own specific tone too some are warmer, others are more purply, or green and they all handle contrast with light and shadow completely differently. There was so much to take into account doing this and i really dont know how she did it other than maybe finding those locations again and shooting with the same film stock on a day with similar lighting. I cannot stress enough that for professional photographers doing complex compositing is mostly relegated to having a fully locked down camera set up in studio under controlled repeatable lighting. Super impressive and a really fantastic photo series truly.
Winter Night Glow
Alternative Title: Ah Shit Ginger I'm Sorry