i want Things. i'm sorry marx
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i want Things. i'm sorry marx
Linktober day 16: time
Computer loves to be like "fuck! You sure you want to shut down? Youve got volume mixer open"
Thank you divorce for all you've done for music
I don't give an amazing digital fuck
Today...
i have never drawn any comics before so uh. bear with me on the formatting. i'm still figuring this out :')
anyway i wanted to try drawing a snippet of a scene i've been thinking about. sorry for the lack of context. might do another page when i get a chance
zelda
I hate this new use of the word LARPer, what does the noble Live-Action Role Play have to do with all this?
'Prancing Horses'. Pierre Dunand. Panel. Lacquered and gilt wood. 1914-1996.
this drawing kinda put me through hell for some reason. whatever
miriel day wahoo
when artists get rightfully upset about their art being misinterpreted, edited, stolen or even just compared to other medias, the talking point of “well what did you expect, you posted it online” sucks to hear, because god forbid people be nice, just nice, plain and simple
[completely misunderstood the story] I always interpreted it as a sort of found family narrative myself. Like the frog is the scorpion's baby and she loves him very much :)
hadn't had the time nor motivation to draw anything for myself up until today
recollection