human ;;

See, I think people only appreciate art if they feel that they themselves couldn't do it. It's not that the art is esoteric or abstract or weird, people love The Chocolate Guy, or weird machines in art museums that flail around, because they recognize the amount of skill these artists have. But when they see a piece like IKB 191 (1962), they'll laugh and point and say "I could do that", and won't appreciate the piece until you've explained all the work that went into mixing up Klein Blue and inventing the color. I have to think this sort of reaction is a result of envy, and the belief that someone is making easy money by pretending their art is good, and that art should only be reserved for people that are literal magicians in their talent, and not for people who value the simple methods. The thing though is, if you look at a piece of art and think "I can make that", please do so. Please make that art. These artists who value 'simple' artistic expressions are opening the door for you, they're placing value on art that doesn't take 20 years of apprenticeship to even come close to making. They want you to succeed, make that art. Do it. Make the art.

Being an adult will have you unironically craving a vegetable

Being an adult will have you unironically sad about a parasite outbreak in fresh vegetables.

i want to paint i want to spin yarn i want to do pottery and bookbinding and soapmaking and needlefelting and embroidery and breadmaking and biscuit decorating and and and

oh and quilting and wood carving and gardening and making jewellery and play an instrument and dance and sing in a choir and flower arranging and! so many ways to make art and so little time!!

I have GOT to stop spending $30

$30 is the new $5 but $100 is still $100 #Fucked

friend who went to bed is a type of dead wife

Can’t risk it

The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.

~Manifesting~

This duck of creativity gave me more ideas for my villainess fanfiction, and I am eternally grateful

Love and hate this duck

This mf better work, I need to write my AU

Commissioning artists really makes you feel like a renaissance noble. Like you’ll get an email that just says “Hey sorry some things came up but I’m working on your piece and here’s a WIP” and suddenly you’re wearing sumptuous velvets and eating grapes on a reclining couch like “Ohoho! Take as long as you need, my Orpheus! My riches and time are a paltry price to pay to bring your beauty to the world! I am a ~Patron of the Arts!~”

friend who went to bed is a type of dead wife

dont talk to me or my clone or my shadow self or my reflection or my me ever again

I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare

I hate you Ozempic craze I hate you 'heroin chic' I hate you weight loss ads on public radio I hate Burn Fat Fast ads every thirty seconds I hate you I hate you I hate you

I grew up before the term 'thigh gap' was invented I grew up before 'hip dip' was invented I was born before 'muffin top' was a thing before 'clean girl look' was a thing before 'glass skin' was a thing before razoring off peach fuzz was a thing and I'm so so so fucking tired of us inventing new concepts purely for the purpose of convincing people to hate their own bodies enough to buy products