🐌 Mische

Art blog of someone who sees the mess and wants to understand it / mische-ht.com / reblogs @ boononame

[boononame]

Taken out of context

everything loses meaning

nuance is

oplaesence

the simultaneous thoughts

the improbable unity

of every scale

you are made up of billions of smaller things

and you are part of billions of bigger things

What kind of abstractions does your mind provide

when greeted with such numbers

messy is that in between

the infinity of the bounded

the unquantifiable

the indescribable

what if I declared that all truth is subjective

that you can talk about a thing without naming it

would you point at the looming promise of objectivity?

I see no value in confining infinity

for a constructed understanding

I don’t want something opaque

when I could simply look through it

I’m okay not understanding

I’m okay trusting

context is nothing

without meaning

and everything loses meaning

without context

[boononame]

my body expands and contracts without my bidding

a fluctuating body type

subtle temporary changes over time

it’s taken me a while

to appreciate the beauty in my self

the self in the body

that can’t fit into clothes

that the same body

could fit into months before

I’m used to soft fat hanging over tight jeans

bra inprints and underwear lines

I’m used to being uncomfortable

but I don’t have to be

I just need clothes that grow

ones that never pinch, fold, crimp

my body is sensitive

and I’ve hidden it for so long

I love the idea of committing to myself

and all of my inconsistencies

I already live in cycles

the changes in my body

as time flows

just a cycle I hadn’t quite acknowledged before

I focus on feeling my groundedness

the air moving through my lungs

blood rushing through limbs

feeling all of my body

one whole piece

some things

change slower

than others

[boononame]

winter and spring

The wind is frigid today

It blows right through everything

Little piles of debris in tiny pockets of quiet

It’s all temporary

I hear it all around me

It’s bigger than me,

I’m a part of it

in

lulls

the spring sunlight

warms only the thinnest layer

before the air in my bones fills with change

my companion bears full face to the caucophony

nose shifting subtly

with the eddies

Hours later

the wind in my body

shivers

and I remember

to listen

[boononame]

Preparing to sell my body again

How do you prepare yours?

do you adorn yourself in a specific way

to guarantee visibility, invisibility

do you try to demonstrate the perfect balance

of conformity and non-conformity

it is an arbitrarily attractive dance

I wonder at those who say it comes naturally

Do you sleep fully each night?

knowing exactly what time you will get up

each day

everyone understands

ignoring the body’s cries

it’s impossible

in the end

no one understands

the inability to hide the reality

I torture my body

if I work when I’m sick

I torture my mind

if I give it too many tasks

I torture my soul

if I serve a twisted purpose

if I don’t serve my own purpose

we all know what we have to do to live

but how?

we have no choice

and as I don’t have anything else

to use, to value, to trade

I must lend my body

and the wonders

it may be perceived

as producing

[boononame]

waves

I’ve been living in the moment recently

I’ve been feeling every change

watching every horizon

I am waiting for the next wave

but not waiting, preparing

I listen to my breath

check in with my center

does it feel safe?

it tells me we have been preparing

and it’s true

I’m so in the moment I’m not even waiting for the waves to come

I know they’ll come

mind’s eye feeling the horizon lines

attention fully focused on nourishing

my body mind and spirit

my leaks and holes and scars

now

because apparently I’m ready again

to swim in an ocean of opportunities

and feel every wave

[boononame]

equidistant

I feel your power

I feel my power

I feel everyone else’s gaze on you

My eyes burn

My throat cinches

I remember to breathe

hold my hand

squeeze

I am here

and I hear only truth

you are here

genuinely imperfect

I am here

equidistant from the origin

and I speak only truth

[boononame]

Generational “differences”

wow

my dreams are so much more than

why are we so quick to dismiss

I read the future in my thoughts

or dreams

Somehow

there’s nothing I can do to this world

to make you believe me

to make you listen to me

my stories are so much more

than an incomplete plotline

my arcs are neither linear nor

completely circular

I am not a closed system

not even hypothetically

I am not here for your pleasure

I am not here for your pain

I am not your burden

I am not your future

I am here for myself

and those who see themselves in me

do you see yourself in me?

do you hate the parts of yourself that I embody? that I project? that I reflect?

do you hate the parts of yourself that I disdain? that I reject? do you hate yourself for defending yourself from harm? do you hate yourself for being hurt?

what do you mean when you ask for respect?

I am here for the present

where are you?

[mischeart]

Queer cuddles ((Hello, I’m a neurodivergent queer nonbinary artist with a background in language and science, my projects involve writing stories and drawing comics set in potential utopian future realities\fantasies Follow more of my work and progress on ig @mischedraws ! If you would like to get to know my inspirations, check out my photos on ig @mische.ht or on Twitter @mischeht. Patreon coming soon, until then if you like my work please consider supporting me with a share or via PayPal, link on my website which is linked in bio!)) [Both images are black ink drawings on white paper with finely drawn textures. The first has two figures embracing, the darker of the two is holding the lighter and stroking their head of black hair. The lighter is crying and hugging the darker around their chest. The darker is smiling, whether in compassion or amusement is unclear, but their intention is healing. The darker has a fern tattoo and a cool watch and pretty dark floral leggings. The lighter is wearing a striped shirt and comfortable pants. The second image has many different styles of cuddle between people with different relationships. Some are more distant some are close. An older human with beloved companion animals cat and ferrets, a five-human spoon cuddle, three people, two people, humans, bearded, breasted, scarred, wrinkled, fat, thin, dogs, cats, birds, cows, chickens, dark and light or patterned. Some are parents, friends, lovers, partners. Humans are wearing comfort wear of varying styles. There are no ropes, collars, or leashes for the animals.]

[mischeart]

Recent squiggle doodles during a low self-reflective episode

((Hello, I’m a neurodivergent queer nonbinary artist with a background in language and science, my projects involve writing stories and drawing comics set in potential utopian future realities\fantasies

Follow more of my work and progress on ig @mischedraws ! If you would like to get to know my inspirations, check out my photos on ig @mische.ht or on Twitter @mischeht. Patreon coming soon, until then if you like my work please consider supporting me with a share or via PayPal, link on website!))

[Images of faces found in spontaneous graphite squiggles, freehanded faces of genderful and genderless people considering consequences and boundaries and self-love and revolution. Some appear pensive, agitated, annoyed, resolved, sad, or peaceful. All of these expressions, however, are minimal, as if echoing something deeply internal. They have varying skin tones, hair styles, and facial features but with underlying similarity, as they were all created by me in the pensive month of January, 2018.]

[mischeart]

Trees are much more perceptive than most are led to believe Instagram: mischedraws

[mischeart]

A hopeful future is made by those who need the seeds of something better in our collective past and present. A sci-fi city dreamscape, sustainably wrapped in plant and earth life and home to a self-regulating community of insatiably dynamic humans, who are further supported by other communities of wildlife, citylife, and more distant human settlements. What else could we do without all of this fear, and all of the hatred it brings?

[mischeart]

Beautiful people are beautiful

[mischeart]

(you can take the human out of the world, but you can't take the world out of the human.)

[mischeart]

Dry flowers

Water color and ink from life, no sketch, approx. 5 hours

[mischeart]

Feelings of inadequacy run too deep.

[mischeart]

Experimenting more with digital art and color lately, having fun ig: mischedraws

[mischeart]

Inktober nature appreciation Instagram: mischedraws