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ruinedchildhood

charliebrownsr

vantabats

Bath Boys 🤍🤎

Commission for MizutsuneMilk on Bluesky!

dirt-secret

a fun batch of sketches for folks on my patreon.

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moonlitcomet

In SRC, there is an international law preventing amateur adventurers from collecting and taking fossils and artifacts from historical locations without distinct permits.

This law was put in place to prevent important archaeological and paleontological discoveries from being put into private collections and lost. In the past, many groundbreaking fossils and artifacts were lost to improper care in dragon hoards. Nowadays, presence of this law requires all notable discoveries to be documented and sent to researchers for study.

Ast is a registered and professional paleontologist. Esper is a hobbyist adventurer. She managed to get away with taking some things until Ast told her about the law.

rebeckeronie

Slow burn

[Wick (she/they/he), my DnD character from Ballad of Ennersval]

wolfeblock

Armpit

koboldpreydrive

to inherit a dragon's power is to inherit its hunger.

virulent-forma

King and his lovely helper Lee,

Lee belongs to @lee-hamadryad

itsmissing

design comm for a mage themed around dinosaur extinction and fossil fuels

herearesomedrawings

Molten Abstraction, acrylic on canvas, 10 x 20”

2020

phimeirai

boingy boof

azuremist

“Unfinished Painting” — Keith Haring

This painting was left intentionally incomplete. Haring began it when he was dying due to complications from AIDS, and knew he didn’t have much time left. The piece represents the incomplete lives of him and many others, lost to AIDS during the crisis.

“AIDS Memorial Quilt” — Multiple

This quilt is over 50 tons heavy, and one of, if not the, largest pieces of community folk art. Many people who died of AIDS did not receive funerals, due to social stigma and many funeral homes refusing to handle the deceased’s remains, so this was one of the only ways their lives could be celebrated. Each panel was created in recognition of someone who died due to AIDS, typically by that person’s loved ones.

“Untitled” (Portrait of Ross in L.A.) — Felix Gonzalez-Torres

This pile of candy weighs the same amount as Gonzalez-Torres’ partner, Ross Laycock, did. Ross Laycock had died due to AIDS-related complications earlier that same year. Visitors who see this piece are encouraged to take some of the candy. As they do so, the pile of candy weighs less and less, like how AIDS had deteriorated the body of Ross Laycock.

The SF Gay Men's Chorus

This photo was taken in 1993. The men in white are the surviving original members. Every man in black is standing in for an original member who lost their lives to AIDS.

“Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers); Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate, 1997” — John Boskovich

After the death of his lover, Stephen Earabino, from AIDS, Boskovich discovered that his family had completely cleared his room, including Boskovich’s own possessions, save for this fan. An entire person, existence and relationship had been erased, just like so many lives during the AIDS crisis. Boskovich encased the fan in Plexiglass, but added cutouts so that its air may be felt by the viewer, almost like an exhalation. In a sense, restoring Earabino’s breath.

“Blue” — Derek Jarman

This was Jarman’s final feature film, released four months before his death from AIDS-related complications. These complications had left him visually impaired, able to only see in shades of blue. This film consists of a single shot of a saturated blue color, as the soundtrack to the film described Jarman’s life through narration, intercut with the adventures of Blue, a humanization of the color blue. The film's final moments consist of a set of repeated names: “John. Daniel. Howard. Graham. Terry. Paul". These are the names of former lovers and friends of Jarman who had died due to AIDS.

“Untitled” (Perfect Lovers) — Felix Gonzalez-Torres

Created by the same man who created the previous untitled piece, this piece was also inspired by his lover’s deterioration and death due to AIDS. This piece consists of two perfectly alike clocks. Over the course of time, one of the clocks will fall out of sync with the other.

In a letter written to his lover about the piece, before his lover’s passing, Gonzalez-Tourres wrote, “Don't be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, the time has been so generous to us. We imprinted time with the sweet taste of victory. We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space. We are a product of the time, therefore we give back credit were it is due: time. We are synchronized, now forever. I love you.”

Please feel free to reblog with more additions

blood-and-breath

"Dear God" - Derek Jarman. Mixed media, (1987)

My favourite of Jarman's "black paintings" created on the first anniversary of his diagnosis with AIDS.

stellamortem

Untitled (Sometimes I Come to Hate People) - David Wojnarowicz (1992)

The last work of art created by East Village multimedia artist and activist David Wojnarowicz. Originally intended to be part of a series of 3, Wojnarowicz became too sick to finish the 3rd work in the series. Featuring red text sourced from his diary superimposed on a black and white photograph of wounded, bandaged hands, Wojnarowicz confronts his deterioration and impending death due to AIDS. He died on July 22, 1992 at the age of 37; the public demonstration held in the wake of his death would be one of the first political funerals of the AIDS crisis. In 1996, his ashes were scattered on the White House lawn.

“Every time somebody dies of AIDS, I think their lover, their friends, should drive with their bodies 100 miles an hour down to the White House, and throw their body over the White House fence.” - David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives