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Working on some more paintings…I’m running out of canvases and have stooped to working on old unfinished paintings 😅. If anyone has any canvases or other art supplies they want to get rid of, hmu 😬
Untitled 2/13/23…
Untitled 2/12/23…
Someone uploaded it to Twitter!
Catch the teaser of Vore - Sleep Token here if you wanna save yourself a search~
And check out the art!
Untitled 2/12/23…
Untitled 2/11/23…
“So flood me like Atlantic, weather me to nothing
Wash away the blood on my hands”
you've got diamonds for teeth, my love 💎
Priming, prepping, cutting…
I’m satisfied.
Don’t even try............can’t fuck up my vibe
I’ve been polite but won’t be caught dead letting a (MAN) tell me what I should do in my bed.....
Escape from New York poster by Barry E Jackson, 1981
Todays progress…
My current wips…
Working…
Experimenting…
Magenta…
More progress…
He learned to make a fire in the woods, he says. As a child with awkward hands and fingernails bit down to the blood draw, he was a small intruder rustling through the brush. He shows me how he does it, in a cold house on a hill. An “X”, a tower, a steeple, open it up and see all the people. I watch solemnly from the collapsing couch and bend my bare toes forwards and backwards till they might break. The little flame isn’t taking. I watch it hard and I will it to grow. I first tense the arches of my feet, my calves, my thighs, my shoulders, my arms, and my teeth. I stare at the clumsy pile till my eyes salt-burn and beg me to blink. Grow little flame grow. It catches, and with it, his face. The satisfied smile tears across his cheeks in tandem with the center log toting new flames along its spine. He doesn’t know that it was me. I don’t say anything. He’s too proud. One day he will make a fire out of me. One sheet of my dry skin, crushed for kindling. 5 brittle bones for tinder. Poking and prodding in a brick cave, he will blow and give it life. I will glow, with orange meringue peaks along my back. He will smile. He doesn’t know that it was me.
-Date with an Alchemist, 2022
Poison hearts will never change
every day is exactly the same…