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hoolay-boobs · 8 months
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Embrace the silliness. Embrace the meaningfulness.
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hayleemorice · 1 year
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One of my favorites from my new art book, available on Kickstarter!
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nex-has-gender-envy · 3 months
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My collection of dogs, feelings and self-indulgent
Enjoy! 🙃
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mercuryferns · 1 year
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the sun shares my last name
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(Edit: My sibling/sister now prefers they/them pronouns. Old versions of this post will not include this)
Pretentious titles are just too much fun to not indulge in. Heres a painting i did technically of my younger sibling, and also, here is a small story of why exactly i chose to depict them as such.
I am the oldest of three siblings. My mother is a woman who would not hesitate to take a knife in the back for us. She is also a woman who writes, with a love for us so vast she describes us through three dedicated metaphors, assigning each of her children a different celestial object.
I am her Moon; for the way my tiny mouth would struggle around the vowels of the word, pointing and humming a soft and insistent “mmmm” at the sky through the window of my childhood home; how I would beg to let my eyes reflect its light in our garden. I would only sleep with my head directly under its waning gaze.
My brother, the youngest, is her stars; for how his eyes glitter with an excitement known only to him; the freckles that splatter across his cheeks and how she would kiss each one when she tucked him in. Like they were each carved by her and not the heat of South African summertime. Brotherly bonding was at one point (and briefly) me teaching him the shapes I knew in the sky. How the bits and pieces of worlds we would never know interlocked to form line, then curve. Then a creature of some sort.
Finally, her sun was my sister, the middle child, the most level headed. They are her sun for how it touches their skin - golden and toasted, rather than pink and pealing like that of their siblings. How their voice fills even the vastest rooms and their teasing grin. They have the composure of someone far older than themself, with just enough resolve to occasionally keep their brothers in check.
So here they are: My sister: the sun who shares my last name.
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gloop-augustus · 9 months
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MAUI by Sho Shibuya
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enii · 11 months
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I understand
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trulybutnotyours · 2 months
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tried to make actually meaningful art. Explanation if this gets a lot of notes so if you want to know the kinda interesting story you can like this post
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jzartz · 4 months
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Vent Art
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I don't feel like repeating the meaning behind this like I did on Instagram, so here is the explanation of this with a screenshot of my YouTube community post:
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bugbeast · 1 year
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I mentioned in my “call of the void” post that I wasn’t particularly proud of that art piece, but that I used the same color palette in a piece I was very proud of; well, here it is.
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Trauma and depression can do a lot to a person; during my worst days, I sometimes feel like there’s no point to anything. My hobbies and my passions get put in stasis while I focus entirely on surviving one day at a time. I think that’s what this art represents, at least to me; my multicolored, multifaceted soul leaking out in my tears while my body becomes numb and who am I as a person ceases to be, but that I know I’m still in there somewhere.
I have bipolar disorder, so these days come in phases. And can last months sometimes. Manic-depressive is another term for bipolar and, while this may be odd to say, I almost don’t mind it. I know that I’ll go through the depressive phase at some point, so I enjoy the manic phase to the fullest. I work on my art and games almost like I’m a factory knowing in the back of my mind that a depressive phase is probably around the corner and I’ll get that hopeless feeling again. One of the most difficult things I’ve learned how to do is fight through the depressive phase. I continue to create even though that little voice keeps telling me it’s not worth it. I’ve learned how to tell it to just shut up. If you go through the same thing I hope you can learn how to do that, too.
Peace.
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phatmadness · 1 year
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🌜Art Available 🌛
I have paintings and a sculpture available. All paintings are varnished. Free shipping is always included.
My Etsy shop is listed below:
https://www.etsy.com/shop/PhatMadnessArt
I'm trying to save up for college as well as make sure I can continue to paint and sculpt. Even just sharing/liking this post helps and is appreciated. Thank you to all of you who support my art ✌️🖤
❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🤎🖤
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bredviews · 2 years
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love thy own , so they won’t profit off your insecurities🖤.
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Greed, Gail Potocki
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vipower001 · 1 year
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God: i give you the gift of creativity. With this gift you will be able to create beautiful and meaningful works of art.
Us: *draws men kissing*
God:
God: this is not what i intended but it is good 👍🏻
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i-told-no-one · 1 year
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today I had to draw a picture,
it was to be of any pair of shoes and a flower we associate with it (random i know)
I chose to do a pair of pointe shoes
and wild flowers. I was then asked why I did not do roses, a romantic flower for a romantic type of shoe. but for me ballet, while yes it beautiful , is also wild and fierce. Ballet to me it the freedom to do anything. It is the way I thrive. Just like wild flowers
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acrylicalchemy · 2 years
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TRIGGER WARNING
This is one of the mega projects I am most proud of in my life. 
In August 2012, at the age of 28, I was reconnected with the biological family I never knew. At that time, I learned that my father, also named Michael, did not die in a car accident as I had always been told. Rather, I came to find out that he took his own life on my mother’s 21st Birthday, just shortly before I turned a year old. He did not leave a note. Almost 30 years later, in my most personal and emotional creation to date, I wrote that note for my father. Written through our collective heart, eyes, and hand, that piece of our soul is “Michael’s Note.”
“Michael’s Note” was followed by half a decade of critical introspection, reflection, and expression in the form of a visual history paradoxically representing a singular moment, time, and experience as well as momentum, time, and experience in their totality. Completed in the Spring at the age of 33 and given life in conjunction with the Summer Solstice, “Reign Upon Sonrise” is a five year meditative reflection of a simple complexity, or “simplexity.” A 49 canvas polyptych with a myriad of possibilities and experiences, this meditation is a personal and elemental narrative veiled under the umbrella of a fractalized spectrum of sub-narratives called “Reigndrops.” Peering into the human soul with no definitive beginning or end, may you enjoy your journey across the “Reignbough” and discover the enlightenment you seek in the “Reign Upon Sonrise.”
Dedicated to the father I never had the honor and privilege to know-
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flittlocke · 2 years
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