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I wasnât gonna reblog, but this poor personâs eyes. They scream of pain and desperation.
Being a weird little girl as a kid provides two options to you: becoming transgender or becoming a weird adult woman. Both of which are things the world needs more of
Back, at least for a bit. Single nowv. Been almost a year since the breakup.
I personally am not doing great.
YOU hate terfs
Got a terf in my sideblog and the reply is not worth deigning with a response but the pinned post?
This? This is a trap. This is concern baiting. Be very sure that shit like this is not in your best interest and does not care about you. The goal of rhetoric like this is conversion.
Youâll be welcomed and asked to ignore transphobia. You will be asked to side with transphobes at the expense of trans women. Eventually, youâll be asked to see that, hey, maybe you transitioned to escape how terrible it is to be a woman?
This may seem obviously a trap but I see people every day buy into this. People like this do not care about you! They want to ârescueâ you and donât let them convince you otherwise.
Hey this one got the terfs pissy so like. To say again. Clearly if theyâre mad about this, this post hit on something. Maybe reblog it?
Them đïžđïž
Iâm very excited for my latest craft experiment, where I rhythmically slap sale rank oil paint onto a canvas and I see how long it takes to dry so that I can finally touch the paint textures I stare at so longingly in museums. 12 hours in, still wet. I am beginning to think this might take longer than I thought which you can imagine is quite a burden, as I am absolutely horned up to rub this paint.
You guys sound like you know what youâre talking about but Iâm gonna touch it every twenty minutes just to be sure
Iâve put this canvas to age in the basement like a fine wine, along another recent masterpiece of mine âI put the paint on me hand and I slap the canvas like a bongoâ
Paint slapped on 6/9, as of 6/22 (I mean actually it was a couple days ago but I didnât fully check the dryness then so I canât be sure):
It is rubbery feeling and the peaks of paint move when you flick them. The texture is not at ALL what I expected tbh and it makes me excited to try a different experiment, thick brush strokes, you know, those mad thicc ones that swirl real good
Hereâs an additional shot with my coffee cup for a further sense of scale so people will understand that these canvases are small and therefore stop sending me asks about my supposedly gorilla sized hands, you bastards, you rotten bastards scared of the hands your minds gave me
I donât know shit about art but isnât this like a great example of art that pushes the boundaries of what art is? Like youâve got your canvas with paint on it, but your reason for putting the paint there is totally different than why most people put paint on stuff. Itâs like a study on texture or something.
Agreed, this is really cool and also I love the fact that you really wanted to touch some paint, so you just went out and bought a bunch of paint and made your own painting for touching purposes. Thatâs striking me as really really cool right now for reasons I canât entirely articulate.Â
For reference: Really thick paint on a piece of art is called impasto. Another really fun way to do it is with a painting knife: you can make each stroke SUPER SMOOTH like cake icing, but with visible, touchable texture between the strokes.
More impasto:
art by Jan Ironside, who does THICK IMPASTO FLOWERS THAT I SO WANT TO TOUCH
You LITERALLY sat down to watch paint dryâŠ
Museums should have stuff like this on display JUST so you can touch it. With a sign like, âFeel me up! I wonât alarm!â
make good art
Only thing about thick impasto is that the paint can get a bit sharp sometimes. Like, Iâve cut my hand on dried impasto paint because the paint stroke was that pointed. -.-;
Every reply on this post is delightful
sorry this is not relevant at all but ive seen this post many times and EVERY SINGLE TIMEÂ â stop sending me asks about my supposedly gorilla sized hands, you bastards, you rotten bastards scared of the hands your minds gave meâ makes me spiral ive never laughed so hard thank you
IT'S OKAY IF YOUR ART DOESNT LOOK GOOD. everyone starts somewhere, and even if you never improve, that doesn't take away from the value you get from creating. stop tying worth to skill and start tying it to how much it fulfills you instead.
(photos by Bill Watterson and an octopus)
I think this is the best scientist photograph I have ever seen.
But people didnât believe him on reddit. So Watterson made the photo sequence into a gif.
Hereâs the gif for anyone curious.
I had to go through the notes to find the gif. Not because I didnât believe him but because I wanted to see it.
everyone is deleting the caption to this but this work is called âperfect loversâ by the gay artist felix gonzalez-torres. the piece is about the illness and death of his HIV-positive partner ross laycock:
For Untitled (Perfect Lovers) (1991), he synchronized two industrial clocks placed side by side. Inevitably, because batteries fail and things tend toward entropy, the clocks would slowly begin to advance at differing rates, out of sync, having moved, however briefly, perfectly together. (x)
âDonât be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, 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 where it is due: time. We are synchronized, now and forever. I love you.â (Gonzalez-Torres, 1988)
Thatâs valid
aye can i get uhâŠâŠâŠingredients on my burger
beetroot?
you want beetroot?
you want fucking beet root?
ingredience
bro i was so sleep deprived today that i think i cured my mental illnesses. went to the groceries and spaced out so hard in the bread aisle that the only thought my brain would allow was âlife is full of opportunityâ⊠havent felt this at peace since before i learned about capitalism
lets fuckin goooooo
lmao akshfkjashfa the cure for "I'm too tired to love life" is just "Stop sleeping. entirely."
ppl are so annoying âyou canât paint ur bedroom pink youâre an adultâ i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to âthink about the futureâ
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as â14 year old girl purpleâ (through whatâs wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I donât know, even if theyâre not what I want as an adult). They didnât believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a âdark purpleâ, it would be âdepressingâ. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, âOh yeah, thatâs really pretty.â (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck âem, please yourself. Either theyâll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be âmatureâ about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that Iâm 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, Iâm just like âmarriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.â If they donât like it then they donât have to come to my wedding.
https://xkcd.com/150/
I would like you all to view my office. Iâm thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me
Iâm thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesnât mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.
GROWING UP DOESNâT MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
a genuine line from my journal