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thecrenellations · 2 months

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Lan Yi with one of her rabbits

(The Untamed, ep. 6)

#the untamed #chen qing ling #cql fanart #lan yi #something I #my art now

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stoffbergart · 3 months

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happy birthday to my best friend grey 🐇🩵🫂🛌

#illustration #art #it's not his birthday Right Now but i want to show the world my friend :)#comic

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sabertoothwalrus · 2 months

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dating meshi

#there will be a farcille part 2 I just. have to go to bed now #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #laios touden #kabru #labru #chilchuck tims #senshi of izganda #flertom #chilshi #my art #comic #dungeon meshi spoilers

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cordspaghetti · 2 months

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some more of these two

#i meant to draw about the you know Landscaping Process next but it turns out i can’t pull a whole lawn makeover out of my ass #that will have to wait until i know how plants work #so for now just a little exchange. i’m in deep 🤕#x #digital art #bslc

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canisbeanz · 6 months

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Silly doodle bc it was the first thing I thought of when I saw Pomni.

#ik the yellow things are probably pom poms but I love bells so here we are #i'm so happy the pilot is out #now i can stop rewatching the first teaser lmao #the blue hand may or may not be on the wrong side bc I am directionally challenged #the amazing digital circus #tadc #pomni #tadc caine #my art #canis art #artwork #digital art #glitch animation #the fool jingled miserably across the floor

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ruushes · 4 months

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sleeping arrangements (not sure tara would ever actually deign to sleep in the same 20ft radius as shovel but who can resist those big shiny insectoid black eyes 🥺)

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#gale dekarios #shadowheart #astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #my art #want to promote a greater shovel presence in the fanbase. where is all the shovel content. where is my beautiful daughter #she is gale's familiar. to me.#he may not necessarily *want* shovel #but it's too late now #he's her wizard it might be more apt to say #tara is not in any way shape or form a familiar she's like. his aunt.#also i have GOT to develop a faster way of making things like i have so many dumb joke ideas i can’t be rendering shit. unsustainable! 😭😭

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wolfythewitch · 4 months

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i have so much rage in me one day i think i will explode. i dont think i know how to forgive as much as i know how to forget

#art #wolfy religious tedtalks #sketch #comic #i have such a huge disconnect with my emotions and i do genuinely think a lot of it ties back to religion #crazy how that happens #whats funny is i now have a lot of people i vaguely dislike but cant remember why.#crazy what happens when you treat forgiveness like an instruction and not a process

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skorpionegrass · 21 days

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finally finished my mlp human designs ^^ i hope i can draw more of them in the future

#i have sm of this human equestria au planned out... but when will i draw it idk #enjoy this for now ^^#my art #mlp #my little pony #friendship is magic #mlp fanart #twilight sparkle #rarity #applejack #fluttershy #pinkie pie #rainbow dash

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hamletthedane · 3 months

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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

#shut up e #long post #Saturday thoughts #this has been in my drafts for a week haha #also this is the heart of why AI art feels so wrong #forget the discussion of copyright and theft etc - even if models were only trained on public domain they would still feel very wrong #because they’re not art. art is the labor of creation #even commercial art and art commissioned by the popes and kings of history: there is humanity in the labor of it #unrelated: I did not know living in the Bronx was now something to brag about. How the fuck do y’all New Yorkers afford this city???

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artkaninchenbau · 3 months

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Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.