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ryssbelle · 2 months

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They're so silly and I love them

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inkskinned · 7 months

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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

#writeblr #warm up #this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru #but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist #ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work #part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just #like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r #ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week #this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism #imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY #''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''

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omtai · 5 months

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just some stratospheric strays 🌠

#omtai art #traditional art #pencil drawing #Rahhhhh i’ve been working on this for like. 3 days #dasher ft lydia night played and this appeared in my head #and i was like. Why not be silly and bust out the pencils #and it took fucking ages but it was fun and i liked it and it’s cute and yay #i’m really into lambs these days. yay #my hand hurts from colouring #there’s a fucking cat hair on the left lamb but i don’t feel like taking another picture so deal with it

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heynhay · 9 months

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I've done the math, there's no solution, we'll never last

#klance #voltron #vld #lance mcclain #keith kogane #EXTREMELY RARE INSTANCE OF HEYNHAY ACKNOWLEDGING VLD CANON???#But not lances altean marks bc ummm allura lives. In my world. Bc I am not an idiot.#haha well this is post-finale angst so. yeah #art #my art #SPONGEBOB HOLDING UP HANDS MEME. THIS IS NOT A BREAKUP POST #JUST LIKE. HURT/COMFORT. THEY WORK IT OUT.#keith is just being an emotionally constipated ass here for a sec ok hang on #laufey

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originalartblog · 9 months

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hitting them with a tinyfication beam!!!!!

#the way i drew tiny hug dazai made me think he looked like a catboy and then it all went downhill from there #shout out to remi who enabled me and provided half the ideas for their tiny adventures #they (almost) have lore now #i hurt my wrist so i'm on brace lockdown and can only do low effort/low precision small guys like this #remember to stretch your hands when you work long hours at the computer or with a pen guys #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanart #bsd dazai #bsd dazai osamu #bsd nakahara chuuya #bsd chuuya #nawy's doodles #tiny skk adventures

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kaogens · 7 months

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have u guys seen that one movie…… i think it was called vash’s moving castle or something

bonus too bc i thought sophie would rock meryls outfit so well And i was right .

#trigun #trigun fanart #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #vashmeryl #i saw a single clip of howl on twt yesterday next thing i knew these were on my screen #i never finished 2 drawings that fast in my life like #MY HAND HURTS #vash pendragon goes hard actually im gonna pretend thats his last name now #howl the stampede……#like im going insane it works so well … THE BLONDE HAIR TO DARK HAIR GUYSSS!!!! THE WINGS!!!!!

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arkiwii · 6 days

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Happy birthday, Saria!

#i am ONE DAY LATE #I WORKED ON THIS FOR TWO WHOLE DAYS #my hands hurt i need to lay down and die now #arknights #stalkiwiart #olivia silence #saria #ifrit #art #fanart

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mangk0 · 9 days

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Trust fall.

(alternate versions below the cut - click for better quality :3)

#not mil #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard fanart #sbg fanart #ashlyn banner #aiden clark #ben clark #taylor hernandez #tyler hernandez #logan fields #my art #worth noting I used refs for poses so yeah :3 #first full drawing with csp so pls have mercy on me :’)#I’ve been working on this LITERALLY all day it feels good to draw again and my hands hurt lol #anyways <3

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izanogi · 2 years

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I started this a few hours before the update and I finished it a few hours after

@buggachat bakery “enemies” au and it is giving us all a wild ride

#miraculous fanart #bakery enemies au #my art #i uhhhhhh i got the pun from frostedpuffs #also this was fun to work on but my hand hurt lmao

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useful-boy · 7 months

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Tfw you get random chest pains spaced a few seconds apart while you're at work and think your time is finally coming but you're still alive a minute later