#ideart

Blindspot and the all new all different Falcon!

Daredevil-Elektra, based on Secret War-Civil War

Tom Holland is the Ultimate, Spectacular, Amazing Spider-man!

Japanese themed Daredevil

░▒▓█ 🅱🆁🆄🆃🅰🅻 🄱🄸🄽🄰🅁🅈 █▓▒░ I looked up the meaning of 'brutalise'. I discovered it means two things. 1. To make brutal 2. To be brutal And everywhere I looked, the first came with more explanation. We assume the quality of brutality is not inherent in people, that it is caused by having experienced such behaviour oneself. I don't like to think there are no monsters, only victims. When you have been treated with brutality, you have the dual challenge of healing & learning to empathise with who or what brutalised you. If not, you risk becoming the brutaliser (because the lack of empathy is what makes one a brute). If you have bled, have you stopped the bleeding or have you drained out of all blood? In being brutalised, have you succumbed to brutality? Being brutalised & being brutal, these are separate. So does being brutalised split us into infinite fragments of brutality? Maybe it is not a dual challenge - healing & empathising. In being broken, the only way forward is to rejoin, not to break others. The real strength then is not let brutality find a permanent mark in us. The quality of empathy is fluid. It cannot be contained to just some situations & people & times. It is who you are. The fluid cannot be broken. Only briefly diverted & it can always reunite with itself again. #Ideart: Cyberpunk/Fantasy Freak face art as an interpretation of #SpeakGeek https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ79R6NJ0ev/?utm_medium=tumblr

꧁꧁𝕊ℂ𝕌𝕃ℙ𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕊 𝕆𝔽 𝔼𝕄𝕆𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ꧂꧂ We are raw from sharp experience Carrying knives of words & chisels of pain My jealousy is smoothly curved And you stick pinpoints of insight into it Leaving them to harden overnight Then, as I ripple its edges with vulnerability You fill the holes with trust I chip away at your craggy, unformed notions And sand-blast the flinty surfaces left behind, with airy politics You let residual memory wash it over And together we sun-dry the lot with our smiles We make such wonderful sculptors of emotion. --------------------------------------------- My #LipArt has grown to face paintings, which if you follow my Wednesday night #1deaLive sessions you'll see as they happen. This one is a reference to my own artistic journey, through festivals, blogging & other people pointing out that a design I liked was inspired by a Piet Mondrian painting. #Ideart #makeupart #faceart https://www.instagram.com/p/CQbW4DTJm5l/?utm_medium=tumblr

#ideasrapidas #ideas #sketching #darkart #ideart #ilustra #ilustracion #blackwork #blackworknow #blackphillip #blackilustration #sketchart #sketchtattoo #instagram #instgramart https://www.instagram.com/p/CPd4PmApvhm/?utm_medium=tumblr

BITS OF AWE I read a sentence that went, "Your life is filled with bits of awe" and it was the answer I've been looking for, for a few years now and calling it a midlife pandemic. What is there to look forward to? What is inspiring? What is exciting? What thrills & what is a reason to wake up each day, to show up for the world, to be myself, to be my best self for it? Bits of awe. As a child I navigated the monsters called bullying, violence & assault. I could because always, for every hurt there were a million wonderful ideas & experiences & lessons & stories & objects. As I got older, I learnt to carry the pain, to nurse those wounds. And my eyes & ears started to find things that would heal these, protect from these. It started to feel like all this was, was a world of poisons & antidotes, of knives & bandages, of searing words & cold ones. Awe finds no place in these because awe is that which is unexpected, undefined. The things you cannot capture in words, box in labels, order in logic. I'm dismantling my identity of the bandages, the shields I've accumulated, forgetting they are not my identity. What will I have left? Bits of awe. I hope. Or at least room for it all. #IWear #Ideart https://www.instagram.com/p/CNXWArjpZp7/?igshid=h007wvcgxnjh