How do I even put this into words?
On the one hand, its about transness, lycanthropy and motherhood, parenthood.
On the other hand, it's me slipping into my thoughts: I'm only wanted if there's something I can give. If I want people in my life, I'll have to give and give and give, and be eaten and consumed.
My body is only loved when consumed, when it produces. That's why I'd rather think my offspring will be cubs, free from the curse of humanity to live in a kinder world.
The curse of lycanthropy doesn't strike at midnight, it arises with sunrise.
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Some of you saw the collage/WIP (thanks for the love! I'll link it in comments). Here's the finished piece!
100x70cm watercolor paper. Watercolor, pencils, soft pastels, oil pastels, charcoal, white oil paint and anything that sticks to a paper honestly.
In the future I'll add more body hair, it was just tedious to do with a small brush and early carpal tunnel :P
EDIT: reuploaded images for more accurate colours
As always: Stay transgender, Stay hairy and share the love ❤️🔁💬