Ever Evolving Gadfly

Hello, beautiful beings!

Welcome to my creative space, where my authentic, artistic side strolls and stretches its legs.

I am a continuously evolving & adapting gadfly who uses ink & light & thought doodles to make sense of the world.

My playthings include:

Aesthetics : Flora & Fauna : Portraits : Divine Archetypes : Witchcore Vibes : Psychedelic Manifestations : Sapphic Explorations : & Poetic License

In the name of order and your viewing pleasure, I am using the following sorting tags.

Your trusty map through my domain:

#gadfly inks : for my traditional, visual arts including pen & ink drawing, printmaking, & related realms

#gadfly speaks : for poetry and poetic prose, including poetry paired with photography or illustration

#gadfly shines : a misc category, including stand-alone photography, reblogging & announcements

Please enjoy these humble offerings 💀🖤

v. 3/2024

Peering through an infant’s eyes

When the world was simple, black & white,

High contrast, clear dark & light

The figures moved along one line

When I always stayed in frame

I knew which space to occupy,

The one that matched my name

Now walking talkies jibber jabber

Mocking jays twitter in confident

Echoes of choice radical voices

Verses shift meanings, whispered ear to ear

Every mouth speaking out of both sides

Throwing around so much noise

I can’t hear my own voice in the clamor

The overlapping hues shudder & jar me

Emerging opaquely in technicolor radiance

Bright Prussian blue stones thrown into

Sterile white rooms filled with families,

The ripples generated reach my generation,

Streaks of shrieking blood reds degenerate,

Seeping from a dusted, extended human hand

It’s arm cradled in a lovingly crocheted sweater

Black, green, and red beneath the rubble

Chalk white fragments still bury and burn

More pale rooms filled with families.

Yet despite all of the painful knowing,

These sickening sights nauseatingly

Gnawing at my bruised purple mind,

I strain not to shut my stinging eyes

To see the full spectrum of living color.

Click for linktree 🍉

“Ceasefire Now” is a message in need of sharing. The sticker of this design is now a donation gift for a suggested donation of $3-7. The donations will be collected by me, tiedyegadfly, and donated to Breaking the Silence.

Breaking the Silence is an NGO organized by veterans of IDF who tell their stories, speak out about the violence, and take action against the current system in Israel. I hope you take a look at their work and include them in your follows about the current struggle.

Donate on Venmo (preferred) or PayPal (through Kofi)

Note as “ 🍉🍉🍉” in payment

Just arrived :

Suggested donation sticker 🪬

Evening, beautiful beings. I’m doing what I can to raise money for a cause that calls to me loudly. Hopefully we shout back with whatever we have and whatever we can.

Other than covering basic costs to make these, I’m collecting proceeds to donate to @breakingthesilenceisrael

Suggested donation : $3 - 7

DM to purchase 🩵

Stickers are 4x4in, glossy, full color on vinyl.

Breaking the Silence is an NGO established by veterans of IDF. They speak out about the occupation and against actions of IDF that perpetuate Palestinians’ ongoing experience of injustice & violence. I hope for a future where more Israelis can hear & understand the reality on the ground. At the very least, I hope you visit and follow Breaking the Silence.

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Enjoy hummus pulsed by loving uncles’ hands,

And shakshuka, sizzling & tart,

Ready to meet up with fresh baked pita

On restful mornings

We all dance circle dances,

A woven crown of flowers called extended family

Proud people, burdened & dehumanized

Birthed through Death & Love to a Land

Mother, feed us the milk & honey of our sweat

Mother, we keep creating you in blood & tears

All of us between the river & the sea,

Search the news, eyes glued to screens,

Flashing in recognition of anyone dear

Living on the edge of a wall built to define the Other

In our nightmares - this Other - pushes us over

To drown - as if nothing - as if toxin or vermin

Beneath blessed - betraying - blue waters

All of our kin - silent & still as the tides

Some never wake from dreaming, ماما

Some stay quiet while still screaming, אִמָּא

All of us between the river & the sea

Turn our children’s heads towards the past,

Breathe our ancestors into the present,

Suffocate - under years of collected shards & bullets,

On wet, ancient air thick with salt & wounds

Heavy with heat & olive trees & dust

Too, too much white, hot dust, sacred dust

Too, too much, too many years, dust to dust

May I clear it away, and set a laden table,

With gentle mother’s hands, so many chairs,

I’ll lay down an embroidered cloth,

Made by my grandmother, a survivor?

All of us between the river & the sea

Let’s instead sow seeds for olive trees

In the dusky hills and well-worn paths

I’ll drizzle the oil on what we reap together.

v. 2/2024

@tiedyegadfly

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v. 1/2024

Looking through an infant’s eyes

When the world was simple, black & white,

High contrast, precise dark & light

The figures moved along one line

And I always stayed in frame

I knew which space to occupy

The one that matched my name

Now walking talkies jibber jabber

Mocking jays twitter with confident

Echoes of choice radical voices

Verses shift meanings, whispered ear to ear

Every mouth speaking out of both sides

Throwing around so much noise

I can’t hear my own voice in the clamor

The overlapping hues still jar me

Emerging opaquely in technicolor radiance

Bright Prussian blue stones thrown into

Sterile white rooms filled with families

The ripples generated reach my generation

Streaks of shrieking blood reds degenerate,

Seeping from a dusted, extended human hand

It’s arm cradled in a lovingly crocheted sweater

Black, green, and red beneath the rubble

Chalk white fragments still bury and burn

More pale rooms filled with families.

Yet despite all of the painful knowing,

These sickening sights nauseatingly

Gnawing at my bruised purple mind,

I strain not to shut my stinging eyes

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v. 12/2023

Original thought doodle by @tiedyegadfly

Image from AI generated art on the internet.

Someday I’ll make a piece for this poem when I have time 🥸

Is that our own reflection?

An echo?

Projection?

Most of the time, we go looking for connections

Parts of our brains wired to plug into

Communal expectations

What do you make of circumstances

When people take black & white stances

Instead of seeing how dark & light

Romance & create each other

Moment to moment?

T H A N K S

Gratitude for the mundane and the momentous

I notice

Their duality and distinction is illusion

Happy day of family, fun, festivities, and putting on fat.

Eden, all finished and at home in Reno!

@renopunkfleamarket

My theory of art is that aesthetics alone are enough of a statement to be “art.”

This world is pretty flipped up and confusing, and if a piece simply evokes those aesthetic tingles that brighten someone’s moment, that, to me, is absolutely enough to be honored as “art.”

Art is often commentary simply by being an imitation of some aspect of reality seen from the perspective of the artist. A piece created by an artist just wanting to draw something pretty can hold a thousand meanings to a thousand or less people, isn’t that a mysterious miracle?

With that, here’s a new addition to my giclée collection! One of two smaller print offerings celebrating a connection with Mother Nature, and also celebrating beautiful babes 😉 she and her partner are 4x6 prints on 5x7 paper. DM to order 😘

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Art is a practice over time. Most everything is a practice over time.

When I focus on how much I have left to fill in my cup on the journey towards mastery, I end up feeling like my insignificant drops will never amount to anything, and it would be better to not even try. When I notice how much I filled already, it seems like I got here in the blink of an eye.

Glass half empty, or half full?

Thought & light doodle by @tiedyegadfly

It continues! His name is Eden. Eden the Punk. And I love him 🏴‍☠️🖤

<< Multiples >>

I cherish accessible art.

Art can be a luxury, and some art forms require deep devotions of time and energy to complete. Some art demands high prices because of scarcity, name recognition, or other subjective or objective qualities. Sometimes, I make art like this, and I can’t part with it for less than what it is worth to me. If it took a great deal to make, I need that energy back in return.

But.

I cherish multiples.

I cherish being able to make art that’s as accessible as a cup of coffee or two. If something about my collections of lines, patterns, and figures pleases people, I cherish creating multiples to be enjoyed by as many people who vibe with it as possible. Sometimes money is scarce, I often have been in the same boat and loved being able to buy a patch or a sticker from a favorite artist, something to inspire aesthetic tingles when I look at it even when I can’t get the big fancy pieces.

Stickers, patches, small prints, and lowbrow art found here daily ✌️

Even if you can’t feed the pigeons, come feed me! 😛 I’m posted up at the Seal Beach, CA pier 🤩

Stage backdrop for the Reno Punk Rock Flea Market, Day 1!

Original light & thought doodles by @tiedyegadfly