#made flesh

[smashfan64]

POV: Your local lesbian mechanic is dirty and has cigarette burns from last night all over her. You owe her 500 bucks.

[musicmakesyousmart]

[musterniillustrates]

made flesh amrit brar, 2017

short semi-stream-of-consciousness zine. i like putting my art and textposts/tweets/random journaling stuff together, especially when they end up being unlikely companion pieces. a lot of these are illustrations from the marigold tarot with the accompanying notes/text i haven’t shared alongside the cards yet. i’m planning on bringing printed copies with me to short run in seattle this weekend!

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[guardeddreamweaver]

Made Flesh

@hope-is-the-best-medicine

Shutara clutches the small wooden box in her hands, containing the thing she’s most wanted to give him, since she realized that she wanted him in her life forever.  She opens the lid up and looks at it for a minute, before opening the polished silver. On the left is her profile, carved with her neutral expression, beautiful, mysterious, and fierce.  The relief carved into the bone is highlighted a dark brown by the rubbing of her blood dye into the crevices, the rest smooth and luminous polished ivory.  The other side, right handed, not the side of initiation, is Jushiro’s likeness, his open expression and calm likewise impressed into the bone inlay balancing her as he does in life.  Satisfied, she shuts it—there is nothing else like it in the universe, and no one else could create such a gift.  It’s fastened to a thin, blue satin ribbon, dark like the night sky in direct opposition to the starshine of his hair, coiled up neatly, ready to be tied.  She wove that too with herself, mixing her hair into the silk, so that every part would contain her.  

She shuts the box again before she enters the room where Jushiro has been resting, merely enjoying himself in her library filled with all kinds of wonders. For a brief moment, she wonders if he remembers when she talk about making him such a thing.  Not exactly this, a cameo for lovers forced to wander, but something made of her flesh and blood that can break the barriers of this world and let him too call it home whenever he wishes.  There was a time when he couldn’t process the idea of being on his own without her.  But now, he’s healed.  He understands that because she is the universe, there has never been a moment in his entire life where she’s not been there surrounding him.

Finding him on her couch there, she cozies up to him, sitting her light frame down in the small space between his arm on the arm of the chair, and his lap.

“I have a gift for you, if you choose to accept it,” she says, bringing his attention to the rich cherrywood in her hands.  “I’ve actually had this for a while, but I didn’t think it was the right time to let you know.”  Her voice is soft, but not without its characteristic feel of velvet and steel. “Would you like to open it now?”

[loveisworship]

amrit brar, 2017 the cover of made flesh: the zine

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[smashfan64]

This one is silly and not super great but I like it

[smashfan64]

I started this differently than where I wound up. Decided midway through to let myself be experimental and rely solely on a sketchy concept guiding me rather than a full reference. I am purposely using my character, Eve, to force me into drawing weirder poses and hand work.

I think it's a pretty striking little piece, and might want to flesh it out better later on. In particular I think I did the "webs" of the fingers nicely, and it really came together when I shaded her body.

This is also the most experimental I have been with a face, and I dig it. Her clothes and shoes were obviously an afterthought here, but I wanted most of the focus to be on her head and on the, y'know, GIANT HAND TEARING THROUGH HER CHEST. And I think I accomplished that.