#incarnadine

[llovelymoonn]

mary szybist incarnadine: "touch gallery: joan of arc"

kofi

[derangedrhythms]

How (Not) to Speak of God who has tried to reach us, who will do anything to reach us who is enough, who is more than enough who should be extolled with our sugared tongues who knows us in our burnished windshields as we pass who remembers the honey-colored husks of the locust who knows the scent of dust, the scent of each sparrow whose shadow does not flicker under streetlights who can feel without exaggerating anything who will care when the iridescent flies swarm toward us who shall be as the wings of the dove, its coppery shadows who waits in the midst of the mosquitoes who devoured the fruit of our ground, the skin of the overripe pears who saw the world incarnadined, the current flowing whose face is electrified by its own light who could be a piece of flame, a piece of mind shimmering who can feel without eroticizing everything who will pity us when the bees disappear into their shadows who loves the dank earth, its wolves and its tigresses

Mary Szybist, Incarnadine

[fivetrench]

Ares redesign (??) because I don’t want to draw Jared Leto lol

I’m thinking about making a rewrite/au or something like that, I have quite a few ideas

[yulesrill]

[loyaltykink]

Those who paid the blood price — group pic for a Heart: The City Beneath campaign I ran.

[genericdragon]

Hello everyone! Just thought I'd make an update post on my current Situation.

I am aware that I am the farthest behind that anyone has ever been in an art challenge ever, but I am slowly working through improvement hell. Unfortunately I currently have a full-time job. But there's something else I've been working on recently, and what the main point of this post is.

About 3 years ago I was working on a project for school, and I made this little clown/jester mannequin. Her name is Incarnadine.

I, of course, got extremely attached to her.

(I started making a hat for her too but I've never carved wood before and the only wood carving knife they had in stock at the craft store is kinda dogshitttttt)

So now that I've completed my game dev focused degree, and have about a snowball's chance in hell of getting an actual game dev job at this point, I've decided to use what little free time I have left to try and develop this into something resembling an actual game.

I am making this post because it has just now occurred to me that no one, aside from my close friends and some people on Art Fight, knows that she exists. She haunts my every waking moment now. You WILL be seeing more of her. Maybe not anytime soon, maybe not this year, but you will be seeing her.

I find it very hard to convince myself that anything I can create is even worth creating. But Incarnadine's story has been clawing at the back of my brain ever since I conceptualized this goofy little carnival 3 years ago. I have to let it out some way or another.

Okay anyway that's all byeeeee see you in another 5 months when I finally finish day 12 of improvement hell <3

[nichtschwertart]

"Okay, listen. I hear ya. These fuckers suck. They don't care. They embrace greed as a way of life. They will take whatever they can get their gnarled hands on. And they'll grin at you while they're fleecing you because they know you're not gonna stab them. Because they explode, when you do. Hm? Oh yes. We explode. Fine. I'm kinda like that, too. Though I hope I'm not that far gone. Okay but listen, listen, listen. They're not like that for no reason. You should know this before you judge them too harshly. Us. Us too harshly. Look, Incarne always collects. Always, no matter what you have. And you always have something. You have relatives, friends, a place in the world. She takes those. You have memories, hopes, dreams. She takes those, too. You have empathy, compassion, basic human decency. You better believe she'll take those. Debt will hollow you out until naked greed and envy are all that remains. And it's good that she does this. Yes, I did just say that. It's good. Why? Because you people down here? You need things. You live in a uniquely hostile environment. You cannot survive without supplies from elsewhere. But who would trudge through these cursed tunnels with a backpack full of consumer goods for the sole purpose of turning a profit? Nobody sane. Nobody whole. But I will. Lucky you. And I do it because there's nothing else that feels like anything anymore except the hustle, the grift, the deal! So let's make a deal. You can't afford not to."

[why-birds]