Silly saku makes an intro.. guh.. (FINALLY)
i hope im gonna post on my art accs more... and more consistently (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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Silly saku makes an intro.. guh.. (FINALLY)
i hope im gonna post on my art accs more... and more consistently (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
hehe.. I just finished drawing a friend's oc! :D
VEEERYYY silly skater goober mouse boy..... this is so sigma.. drawing this GENUINELY made me feel so happy.. YAY!!!
˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ❀ New persona reference sheet!! ‧₊˚ ☽˖⭑
RAH!!! I remade my persona's reference sheet... and I'm so happy!!! It took me soo long cause I procrastinated and was quite busy lately but it's FINALLY doneeee!
also.. it's my bday today, so quite glad I finished this yesterday! :D
GAHH!!
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH MY BELOVED QUEERIOS!! /vsilly
i completely forgot to post this but aaa!!! doodle!!! on paper!!!! of Rose Quartz!!! my beloved!!!
shes so so beautiful...
i love my silly friends..SM....
me me when me when i look at my friends with my big autistic eyes....
please stop harassing black people off this website. it's like stormfront for toddlers on here. it sucks, stop it
idk how "black people should feel welcome on this website" became something you have to say out loud. if black people aren't comfortable or safe on here then that is our failure. be anti-racist or die.
it's not enough to be passively non-racist. whether you're chasing people off here yourself or choosing to ignore "discourse" (meaning the rights of black people to basic respect), the end result is a big whites-only sign outside your little clubhouse. when the tide is pulling toward bigotry, refusing to swim against it just means you'll be carried along too. passivity is acceptance. get mad, get loud, don't value the comfort of the oppressor over the dignity of the oppressed.
BLEHH!!!
Haiii!! Soo i decided to keep this account as my main one where i mostly post my stuff, art and whatnot If you're interested in my ramblings or reposts or whatever, i made a side blog!! it's @sakuakaleafy
i mostly did this to not flood this account as much, but yee!!
HAPPY 4/20🌿
My honest reacton to today's date!!! HAPPY 4/20!!
(actual img, then screenshot)
ik its a really small doodle but i actually forgot to draw anything for 4/20 and theoretically when im posting this its no longer 4/20 but shhhh....
i can't imagine why
Every time you reblog this post another one goes. You wouldn’t, would you :(
"It's stupid that men are allowed to be shirtless in public while women aren't" yes true✅️ "it's also gross when men do it they should also have to cover up" what. no. no. wrong conclusion❌️
And what if rap WAS only about sex, violence, and drugs... what then? Would you be justified in looking down upon it as not being "real" art? What would your justification be? Sex is immoral and taboo? Drugs should never be mentioned outside of D.A.R.E programs? Songs about violence turn children to it? Would you turn that standard to other genres as well? I know you wouldn't, I know you haven't, because it's never really been about the topics explored.
uh yeah okay
My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
do they smoke weed?
Yes, actually.
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
Happy 420
who wants to learn why even seemingly simple paintings are so expensive
okay. so. basically. let’s say you’re a contemporary artist who is really hooked on modern art. and you want to make, say, five 40” x 40” inch paintings that are literally just painted solid white. here’s what that entails:
Making the Canvas
If you’re a serious fine artist, you’re probably building and stretching your own canvases. It takes time, sure, but it saves you a LOT of money.
Because of this, the amount of money you’ll be spending is pretty trivial, but it could take you eight or so hours of work.
You will also need to consider how it’s going to hang and attach the appropriate fasteners.
Actually Painting
Big brush, acrylic paint, pretty cheap, takes you like two hours for all of them.
Packing
Luckily for you, you have a consignment agreement with a gallery in NYC, and you’re having a show there!
Now the paintings actually have to get there, which means you have to pack them. And they don’t sell 40” x 40” x 5”in crates that also keep the front of whatever’s inside from scraping against the wood. So you’re also going to make these yourself!
Each one needs to be wrapped 2mil - 4mil plastic drop cloths (which cost money), bubble wrap (costs money), given polyethylene bumpers to protect their corners (costs money), and then custom crates with hinges and brackets and a place to screw the paintings in and everything, taking even more time. And thank goodness the show is in the same country as you— otherwise you’d have to get the wood treated!
Shipping
If you want to get it to the gallery in the proper way, you have to ship it by air to minimize the risk of damage.
Now, you live in Ohio. To ship 5 crates that size to NYC by air? And possibly have to bring them back home? That’s gonna run you uh… about $7,000. Yes, actually. But there’s a cheaper way:
Rent a U-haul, ratchet strap all your work in there, and bring the paintings to the gallery yourself.
It’s $20 + $0.99/mile after that to rent a U-haul truck. At 640 miles away, that’ll run you back $630. It needs gas, so that’ll be another $220. Oh! And you’ll probably need to bring some of your work back home as well, so just double everything I said! But $1,740 doesn’t sound too shabby now, does it?
Selling
Once your show hits NYC, the gallery will find buyers. If you have a REALLY cool gallery, they’ll let you keep 60% of the sale, but most will split the profits 50-50.
Let’s say three of your paintings sell at an asking price of $8,000 each.
Oh, and it’s actually customary to give buyers a 10% discount. So they’re actually selling for $7,200 each.
Museums and other institutions usually get a 20% discount. So they may even sell for $6,400 each. (But hey! Your art will be in a fucking museum! Hell yeah!)
Let’s say it’s a private buyer.
The three paintings sell for a total of $21,600, of which you get $10,800.
Subtract the cost of the canvas materials, the paint, the crates, and the shipping, and it comes out to around $8,800.
Also, you’re only going to be doing like, three or four shows a year, tops.
So your effective salary as an artist who makes nothing but “lazy” plain white paintings that sell for literal thousands? $26,400 - $35,200 a year. Just barely a living wage.
oh also your studio rent is $300 a month
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