An essay written for my grad program, that also doubles as an expression of transfeminine disgust and emotion.
Another one (this time its half vent posty, half essay, written for my grad program).

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An essay written for my grad program, that also doubles as an expression of transfeminine disgust and emotion.
Another one (this time its half vent posty, half essay, written for my grad program).

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another year done!! to everyone who saw any of my works, thank you for looking!! thank you for an incredible year of art!!
big actual yap below
Franz von Stuck’s Dancers (1896) glows like a dream caught in motion—figures circling through shadow and gold, their bodies half-light, half-fire. It is not mere movement he paints, but trance: rhythm turning flesh into flame. The air hums with something ancient, as if dance itself were a language older than breath.
Stuck’s world is one of ritual beauty, where grace meets the divine and the human dissolves into gesture. Every curve and gleam feels sacred, every shadow alive with pulse.
You can read more of this reflection in “The Body that Dreamed of Light.”
Spread 8 + one close-up part of spread 9
Art is a way of survival…
—Yoko Ono

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One of my favourite parts of myself is that I don't hate my old art. I don't cringe at it. I was doing my best and having fun, and I was goddamn creative.
I went through some old art yesterday, and yeah, I have gotten a lot better and I can see mistakes and flaws but the worst part of it was the comments. I was so god damn mean to myself. And no one else was! Everyone said it was pretty and amazing and creative and they were right but I just didn't believe them. And that's so fucking sad.
I will never hate on old me's art. She was already doing that far more than she should have herself
Sometimes I start drawing without a plan in mind and I sketch and doodle until my doodles suck me in and I come out of a daze with a completed piece. I like the messy look because I tend to be bad at line art and a lot of detail is lost from the initial sketch. By using the sketch layer as my line art and either adding contrast at the end to define shapes or cleaning up my sketches really helps my workflow.
Coloring sketches can really inspire me to finish more pieces of art. Sometimes you just have to stop yourself and comeback later, and sometimes you just accept that your done when your done.
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