Hi I’m Enya, I’m a hog with a blog, trans masculine polyamorous butch and this is the only place where you’ll find me. I love images and since going analog this is where I carefully digest some, slowly creating a web of things that inspire me. I’m involved in my local kink scene and will frequently post about it, my blog is a NSFW one where likeminded freaks are welcome.

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Ps, if it makes you feel any better, during death from exposure, you have the illusion of being warm again before you pass. It’s one of the more merciful ways to die in the wild.

1 I am not American

2 I live in the most exploited and intensely farmed regions of Italy. I see more dead animals than alive ones and the air stinks of manure and death in the summer. I did not say nature is cruel I said these lands are cruel not by nature of course, but by design. I see roadkill all the damn time and I found her on the side of the road painting a picture of what could’ve happened.

I don’t think the fox lived and died how it was supposed to. This fox lived scared and fleeing cars in an adverse environment where trees are sparse and cut down to erect Amazon storehouses. This fox lived in the few hours of the night where humans sleep and headlights are fewer. This fox lived in a fucked up ecosystem that thought of her as vermin that sometimes steals chickens and got disposed of as if she was a biohazard after she died.

You dont know anything about me and what it means to live in this place that sees nature as dirty and a nuisance or that worse doesn’t see it just drives over it without noticing. I’ve lived here all my life and it’s a kind of pain so acute that gnaws at your insides constantly.

Tumblr just erased the very long and detailed reply I had written :”

I’m studying for some of my last exams before majoring in fine arts! Specifically modern art (from 1400s to 1700s) and catholic aesthetics. I just finished a beautiful book about the origins of grotesque, an ornamental style that was very in vogue during the 1500s stemming from Roman frescoes adorning the villas of Roman aristocracy. It was rediscovered thanks to cave dwelling engravers with a taste for the macabre and the unusual who became entranced by this style and started painting it with an accentuated medieval filthy sense of humor. The style spread like a virus at its peak in notoriety even Raffaello painted some grottesche in the Vatican!! It was a very controversial style of decoration and was able to persuade even some art loving popes and catholic priests into adorning churches with filthy, satirical and offensive imagery. It seemed like in that time period every where you looked from castles to villas to churches a small crawling procession of satyrs, devils, hybrids and other monstrosities was living in the corners and ceilings of architecture. Delighting everyone in their profanity. We can find potential echoes of this phenomena even in contemporary art and I personally draw a lot of inspiration from it <3 thank you for this ask!! It gave me a chance to put together my thoughts on the matter. Here’s some examples

The gothy urban explorers that fell in love with these pagan decorations while exploring caves and ruins

Some examples I personally encountered. The second one is a much more rococo inspired version of the grottesca, much more clean and delicate than previous medieval iterations.

Hope this was interesting!

Bonus silly profane grottesche degli Uffizi