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INDECISION (GEMINI) - ceramics + red string - this little guy is about 3 inches tall! my tiny dismembered son..

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Sorry i haven't been to active here, I've barely been active anywhere. Kind of getting upset with social media. Anyways, some big news i guess, is that despite what i just said about social media, i am creating a youtube channel about felting. Mostly. It'll be kind of a video journal, I'm gonna be felting, and talking about random shit and giving tutorials. You ever do arts and crafts with a bunch of friends? I want it to have that vibe, i miss arts and crafts time with friends.

It'll be mostly for my own sanity, not necessarily for views or whatever. I just want to talk. Idk. We'll see how it goes. I have cameras, software, a filming set up... i just.. am scared to start lol.

Also got a new logo made:

And then i got q new banner (and business cards but they're not here yet)

Its fabric!! It looks so much better than the vinyl one i ordered. I'm gonna iron it and sew a border on it, haven't found the right fabric or bias tape yet. Maybe I'll get one of those bias tape makers.

I have been needlefelting a bunch of little fruits n veggies lately, here's some of them:

Trying to prep for the fiber festival!! Gonna make a bunch of little weird things like this.

#rambling #needlefelting #logo #junk

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finished a commission for djin of his character, tanana! I had a lot of fun with this, i normally don't do big backgrounds like this, and I was learning clip studio paint. so I had a fun, challenging time. really love CSP's brushes!

#my art #furry #teacup gryphon #mushrooms #moss #moth #digital art #gryphon

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baby i’ve got half finished wips you couldn’t even imagine

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some obscure WIPs and warm up sketches! I wish I had more to show but have only been working on this a little at a time.

#furry #digital art #my art #big dumb birb #wip

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warm up doodles featuring my... squirrelsona?? some weird stoner pokemon, mushroom dude lol and animu nightmute

#the squirrel is cute #my art #doodles #furry

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my art may never be as good as i want it to be, but i have hands and a pencil and i will make that everyone else’s problem

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An honest hard-workin’ farm boy

He’s about 5.5in/14cm tall, with glass eyes and polymer clay horns

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Working on telegram stickers for tentailedwolf on IG!

#my art #furry #anthro #furry telegram stickers #telegram stickers #wip

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Oops I did I again.

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They're so cute, i love the pose and their expression, i just wanna boop that nose!!

A shy looking little gator- 5.5in/14cm tall

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I know he looks bad but hear me out lol. I'm making a buckethead chicken! I am a huge fan of bh and i love how he incorporates chickens into his work (as i myself keep chickens and have for years). BH Chicken's gonna be holding his guitar in his feet, then i gotta add the wings. Not sure if I'll make them poseable. I bought yarn to do his hair and he has a really cool feature that i can't show yet lol

I did this in the span of 6 hours or so, he has a weight in his tummy too, feels good in the hands. I am dreading doing the guitar.

#needlefelt #needlefeltanimal #needlefelting #wip #my art #buckethead #this will look cool when I'm done

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I applied at a chain bookstore when I was 20 for a seasonal temp position, on a drunken whim. I knew I’d never get it. I was a high school drop-out with nothing but food service, assembly line and “freelance cable access camera person” on my application. It was the original location of the chain, the ur-store that all the others across the world were based on. It was staffed by original employees of the indie store it had been, unreconstructed pro-labor anti-corporate problem-causers. They still had a “book test” then, which was about two dozen titles and you had to write in the authors name, or as close as you could recall. (This was later made illegal.)

I don’t know how, but I managed to score the fourth of four positions. My family were all very excited, maybe there was a chance I wasn’t a fuckup after all (they were wrong.) I attended a week of training in the nicest pants and shirt I had. It was a wonderland. The pay was better than any restaurant gig I’d ever had, I didn’t have fish juice or backwashed coffee in my socks when I got home, and they all had a good laugh at the end of my first shift when I asked about brooms and emptying the garbage. (That was just part of every job, right?)

And all day, every day, it was books. Books on subjects I’d never heard of. Books by amazing people I hadn’t even known existed. I was assigned a section to maintain, one that nobody else wanted (religion & spirituality) and I devoured it. I borrowed and spent time with all the big sellers, and then branched into the books those books had recommended. I talked to the people who came in to browse those shelves, and I learned what they shared. I took on a second section (humor & occult) and began cross-shelving. I shared smokebreaks with choreographers and cartoonists and organizers and musicians and so many lost souls searching for their doctorates and people from my age to 80.

And while a lot of the customers were, you know, customers, sometimes people would come in with quests. This was pre-search-engine, pre-Wikipedia, and if you needed to know everything about the US Naval Academy or the childhood of president Taft or the migratory habits of the swallow, you went to the library or the bookstore. And while I certainly didn’t know any of that stuff, I learned how to find out.

At the end of the season I was let go with thanks. There were three permanent positions and four seasonals... soooo... so I went back to the deli and asked for my barista gig back. A week later I came in to pick up my last check and the on-desk AM was frantic. “They’ve been looking for you! There’s another position open and they want to hire you! But your phone doesn’t seem to work?” (The phone didn’t work because I didn’t like paying my phone bill and constantly abused the voice mail system with five-minute long outgoing messages from various unconventional books.)

I stayed there for about three years, and it was my education. I jumped around from section to section, department to department, gobbling down books and music and film like a black hole, like Pantagruel, like the toxic forest. It shaped me in so many fundamental ways.

And I learned about corporations. I learned how easy it becomes to shrug and say “I’m just a cog! What control do I have?” I learned that if they can fuck you for another dollar, they’ll do it. I learned about contracts and distribution and logistics, I learned that it’s easier and cheaper to destroy books than store them, when you can just reprint. I learned about waste and shrink and volume discounts and how selling the hot new title at a deeper discount than anyone else could afford would guarantee shoppers would always come to you first. I learned that it’s “good business” to lose money and wreck the industry for whatever you could grab. I learned about corporate toadies who would go into other book and music shops and ask to see merchandise that was behind a sale date, so they could contact the publisher and get the indie store fined, or blacklisted. (I never did this, and I bullied the managers who did.) I learned that a CEO could take all his compensation in stock, hire all his buddies and pay them in stock, drive up the price and then all quit on the same day and cash out, tanking the benefits of tens of thousands of employees, costing people their homes and their children’s educations.

I started shopping exclusively at co-ops and small businesses and owner-operated shops. I might have started to forget to charge customers for their purchases. I may have started leaving locked display cases for high-end items unlocked. It was a long time ago, it’s hard to be sure.

Eventually I quit. I loved being there, among the co-workers and the customers, the thousands of books and albums, but I just couldn’t keep taking their checks while my friends at the indies were getting ground into the dust. I took a job assembling patio furniture and glazing windows, and later moved to the city where I had some other book and publishing and printing adventures, but I’ve always wished I could go back and visit that place, the way people go back to visit their old schools. It was a splendid moment that we won’t see again.

The takeaway is that while I treasure the time I spent there and the education it provided, I also got to see a preview of where capitalism leads and how glaringly unsustainable and cruel and stupid and short-sighted the whole goddamn endeavor is. A*mazon isn’t some cruelty inflicted on us by aliens, it’s a totally predictable outcome of the “must grow at all costs must dominate must wipe out every other competitor” mentality.

So fuck the algorithm and fuck the voluntary surveillance state and fuck making it easier for them to categorize you and quantify you and profile you. Don’t cooperate.

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Working on softsculpt/dolls again 👀

#love these colors! #looking so awesome so far!

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NFT link: Meditating PsyTigress (GIF) Prints | Creative Process

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Had a good time drawing tonight

#my art #wip #furry #some fantastic tunes to set the moooooood