#slowart

[bitchinstitchgift]

Hey what’s up hello! Here’s to my first Tumblr post since high school 20 years ago. I’m a fiber artist and make some cool things with thread and needles.

One of my favorite pieces from last year and inspired by the wildflower-loving wyvern, Abraxos, from Throne of Glass.

Process: hand stitched wyvern on cotton fabric, cut out, and appliquéd onto wildflower fabric. All thread is DMC; metallic-based thread is Diamant to give appearance of spider silk

[goksenparlatan]

Etel Adnan: Rengin, Düşüncenin ve İç Manzaranın Sanatçısı

Etel Adnan, 20. ve 21. yüzyıl çağdaş sanatının en özgün figürlerinden biridir. Ressam, şair ve düşünür kimliğiyle üretim yapan Adnan, sanatında dili, coğrafyayı ve kimliği aşan evrensel bir sezgi alanı kurar. Lübnan doğumlu olan sanatçı, yaşamı boyunca Paris, Beyrut ve Kaliforniya arasında dolaşmış; bu çok katmanlı deneyim, eserlerine hem renk hem de düşünsel derinlik olarak yansımıştır.Etel…

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[rukke-art]

Sometimes certain eras of music become more than songs—they turn into entire landscapes of memory. For me, HYYH was one of those fragile, fleeting moments, stitched with melancholy and youth.

This sketch of Suga is drawn from that time, the part of BTS’s story that still lingers deeply in me. The piece took me sixty hours to complete—the longest I’ve spent with a single sketch—and with each line, I felt the weight of silence, exhaustion, and the strange beauty of pause.

It became less about likeness, and more about holding on to a feeling before it drifts away.

The work-in-progress shots below.

[sarahcatsanddogs]

My cat Lilly is the perfect sitter 🐾 Some muses come with whiskers. 🌿

[knswsim]

Pierwsza część warsztatów z cyklu „Artystyczne techniki haftu ręcznego” już za nami!😁

Wczoraj podczas spotkania poznawaliśmy technikę haftu za igłą – jedną z podstawowych technik haftu ręcznego. Było dużo skupienia, kreatywności i świetnej energii przy wspólnej pracy.

Dziękujemy za super atmosferę, ogromne zaangażowanie i tak duże zainteresowanie warsztatami!🥰

Do zobaczenia na kolejnej części już 19 marca!

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The first part of the “Artistic Hand Embroidery Techniques” workshop series is already behind us! 😁

During yesterday’s meeting we explored the backstitch embroidery technique – one of the fundamental hand-embroidery techniques. There was lots of focus, creativity, and great energy while working together.

Thank you for the wonderful atmosphere, huge engagement, and such great interest in the workshops! 🥰

See you at the next session on March 19!

[derjaenner]

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[harukablackpenartist]

The Choice to Live Under My Real Name

I changed my names.

I changed my form.

And now, quietly—I've returned to who I truly am.

In this age, showing your true self isn’t easy.

Many live behind borrowed names and shifting faces.

I was one of them—

known for years as “Sauna Neko.”

I started drawing five years ago,

using the shape of a cat to express feelings I couldn’t put into words.

Messy hair between the ears, drooping ears, a flicking tail, trembling speech bubbles—

that cat was a mirror of my unstable heart.

Eventually, the cat became a girl.

Then, slowly, she turned into a real cat again—

a quiet presence beside me.

My online icons changed along with me:

First, I was a cat.

Then, a girl.

And now, it’s a sleeping version of myself,

with a small cat beside me—who is also me.

At the beginning of 2025, I made a decision.

To live through drawing.

To live under my real name.

The visible “form” of my being,

and the invisible “presence” I had never been able to express in words or lines—

have finally come together, quietly, as one.

In a world that often feels like a virtual reality,

I’ve chosen to live as something real.

[whalesfromspace]

Somewhere between the drifting stars and abandoned seaside towns, little black cat, called Noir found his kingdom: a crumbling rooftop, a lukewarm cup of coffee someone left behind, and an endless view of fools chasing imaginary fortunes.

Noir is not bitter. He’s just realistic. He knows that dreams float, but debts sink. That hope is a fine thing — until it asks for rent.

When asked what he believes in, he says: “Concrete. Fish. Naps. The rest is optional.”

Noir doesn’t chase anything anymore. Not luck. Not love. He just sits. Watches. Judges a little. And sometimes, if you’re very lucky (or very unlucky), he’ll hiss you the hard truth you needed to hear.