#mikhail draws

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[ID: a digital collage of traditonal suggestive ink sketches depicting Gaara and Lee in black and white, overlaid with red rectangles and lines. Sketches (left to right, top to bottom): Lee, arm up, watching his lover licking a long stripe up his armpit. Gaara with Lee's hand on his throat, opening his mouth for two offered cherries. A close-up of their mouths, Lee's open on a gasp as Gaara bites his lower lip. Gaara's mouth open, liquid overflowing and spilling. A kiss. Signed: Monster Mikhaïl. End ID.]

The Gods of writing have abandoned me today so I put together the drawings I scanned and forgot about. @bandsandwristbands... you too are guilty for this.

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[ID: an ink drawing of Gaara and Rock Lee in pup play. Lee, wearing a pup mask and collar, nothing else, is half-laying on the floor, looking up to Gaara who sits leisurely on a couch, reading. With one foot lazily pressing on Lee's chest, Gaara makes him wait. End ID.]

Does my fic Masks and How to Break Them contain pup play? No. Should you still read it if you want to see Lee at Gaara's feet? Please.

Crediting this gorgeous picture for Lee's pose because this man's leg hair has me drooling.

I do not remember where I put what in terms of Gaara's tattoos and will someday have to make a proper sheet for it. I am not looking forward to that.

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[ID: an ink sketch of Rock Lee in a puppy leather mask, from the shoulders up. He is looking up towards where Gaara is, holding his leash out of frame. End ID.]

@bandsandwristbands You said Lee was "like a puppy" with the play list and the urge got to me in the subway. I am quite sure I do not have the time to write it, had to get it out some other way.

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So, latober day 10 was "Moon". Thinking about what I wanted to do I did this.

[ID: A lined piece of paper with some writing and numbers, at the center, a simple hand drawn circle. End ID.]

And I loved it. But it's not... I can't post this for inktober. It's not even on drawing paper, or thought out. But when I looked at it I saw the moon and I didn't want to do something else. So I did a zine about it. If it read as pretentious, it probably is. I don't think it's bad to do something pretending you're better than you are.

[ID: A picture of a cover of a zine. It's a circle, in black ink. End ID.]

[Video description: The zine, with a hand turning the pages. It's a dialogue entitled "Misquoting Peter Brook at an art exhibit that shows only a pen drawn circle on a piece of off-white paper. The characters are the interviewer, in red, and the artist, in black.

Interviewer: Quite an unusual exhibit. Not like nothing you’ve done before. Do you consider this your first venture into conceptual art?

Artist: No. Not at all. The opposite, really. I don’t have a concept.

(Next page)

Artist: Maybe “ideal art” ?

Interviewer: WDYM

(Next page)

Artist: That’s Plato, right? The world of ideas.

Interviewer: Yes.

Artist: Yes. Ideal, as belonging to ideas. ! You know the quote “Translating poetry is like trying to taxidermize a moonlight?”

Interviewer: No.

Artist: 1: You should always try to taxidermize moonlight. 2: Immortalizing something is only made possible by making it dead first. 3: Fear of murder is useless in art.

Interviewer: And that’s what you tried to do here?

(Next page)

Artist: No.

Interviewer: What did you try to do?

Artist: Nothing. I had to draw the moon, I did this, I found it striking. Then I found it lazy and lacking, and I thought I had to do more for it to be worth anything. Do you know what laziness really is?

Interviewer: No.

Artist: Me neither.

(Next page)

Artist: I got scared. It was something, mine, and I thought I’d ruin it if I tried any more. So I stopped. Are you familiar with Peter Brooks’s empty space?

Interviewer: Yes.

Artist: O.K.

Inter-viewer: So. You got scared. And you chose emptiness — all possibilities unrealized and coexisting — over creative pursuit. Is that laziness? A public abowal of artistic cowardice?

Artist: No. It’s beautiful.

Next page, another simple ink circle. End Video description.]

My phone camera is still terrible, but hopefully some of this comes across. Maybe I'll get to scan this someday, first zine I did, it was fun.

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[ID: An India ink on rice paper sketchy portrait of Gerard Keay. He is looking towards the viewer, smiling and his head is surrounded by a halo of eyes. He's accompanies with the words "I say it runs in the family". End ID.]

Having fun with a new medium, I wondered how long it had been since I posted a Gerard. Based off a year old sketch.

I don't remember who described Gerard as having hair "almost as dark as his clothes" but I remember that instead of seeing him with raven dark hair I imagines that his clothes were similarly poorly dyed. Little Gerry was out there bathing his clothes in the cheapest India ink he could find.

Lyrics from Amanda Palmer!

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[ID: An India ink on rice paper sketchy portrait of a person looking up, hair flying around them and adorning a chocked expression. End ID.]

Talking to my friends about blorbo: yes so it's this adorable bean guy and I want to swueeze him in a blanket until he passes out and gets a full night of sleep. Here's a sketch of what he could look like watching his house burn down <3.

Pondering on relistening to Night Shift Podcast. Remembered an old animation idea and the shrimp emotions are coming back. (too bad none of this fits my inktober prompts)

Sebastian Fen. I hope to hear you whimper soon.

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Latober, day 9, wind.

[ID: A digital sketchbook page containing several iterations of parallel-ish lines practice, resembling wind on grass, and one of small rippling waves. It is signed Monster Mikhaïl. End ID.]

Time: more than I realize. Motivation: less than I thought. Energy: ... Diagnostic: I forgot my meds and it shows.

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Latober, day 8: Flower

[ID: a digital drawing of poppies on a hill. The greens and blues of the sky and grass are muted compared to the red of the flowers - the sun, red too, shines from behind a poppy. Signed, Monster Mikhaïl. End ID.]

It's... 23h48. I'm not late. I don't have much time so let's just have fun, I said. Well it was fun, but it would have been more fun if even a quarter the time I spent on this I had spent planning instead of... i'm not sure what I did.