Mason!! 🌻🏳️‍⚧️

screenprinting poetry assignment completed!! 🩸

focus energy (1/2)

my character charlie, a white dog with visible glowing veins and arteries, stands on the right, looking right, with a gentle expression. An anatomical heart hangs in the sky behind him, glistening. The words "I'm happy that i get to be here." are overlayed on top of him on the bottom left.

🫀 I'm happy that i get to be here.

Charlie especially hasn't gotten much focus. hes so important augh.

i think i am due for a proper full length book-comic-zine like The Hearts a Prism. i think i need to process all my yearning for my comfort characters and i need to process the parts of them i've yet to touch in any of my zines about them. I need them to be understood.

i miss my ocs. i really really need to return to the joy of them. i need to cultivate my love, i need to feel it, really feel it. they need to love deeply and real-ly and fully and i need everyone to feel it.

gotta recultivate my drawing practice. i need to make art. i need to drawwwwww raaghghhgh

hi its been ages ,, heres a 2 hr pencil sketch of Barley. trying to recultivate my drawing habits ... fell out of the practice this past month because ive been miserable !! my health & other circumstances have been wack. but this was very fun to draw. returning to joy. feeling good again.

deleting the selfie post from yesterday as to not distress ppl abt my car breaking down. i am safe & am borrowing a car from my mom until i can figure out how to get my car to a mechanic

i mean she drove like 3 hours round trip today and got a friend of hers to help drive her home. she did a lot for me and i should be grateful (and i am) but like. ugh. urghh. the voice in my head that says i should hate myself sounds like her. I modeled my negative mannerisms after her.

this also isnt saying my parents don't love me. my mom is letting me borrow her car. which is awesome. but it also came with so much ... lecturing? at the same time? i know she wants me to be safe and happy but its very suffocating. especially today.

so idk taking a step back and holding onto that. people love me and i am ok.

i am like. at the nobody likes me part of my spiral. i forgot i was supposed to cook dinner tonight and assumed my partner would be mad at me because i'd been interacting with my parents all day & they would be mad at me for that. and my partner wasn't mad it was fine.

i would love to stop being chewed up and tormented by whims of fate. but my car being broken is gonna be a multi-day thing.

>_< im sorry for the lack of art & stuff. i just haven't been having a good time. with life.

tow truck is here, omw home .. wehh

I WANT TO FEEL IT ALL / I WANT TO FEEL IT NOW

screenprinting project ,, for skool
didnt end up printing tn but ,, soon

my strange and nefarious sloshing

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i am turning this piece into a zine for March's zine clubbers! It will be mostly these words but i will be adding small illustrations in the margins and it will be riso-printed!

In Mind, a Changeling Cold medicine highness in my legs, my folds tucked aspirin under tongue, gelly glisten. Beckon my god, blue animal(s): My sky bubbling, warping wood, absorbing moisture clung onto dry clouds. Particulates in tender mouth, a sand a friction a dune that walks thirty blocks home & drunk after out of my body and into a probiotic lie woodchip colony; Whimper and splinter under his calloused thumbs. Recreational Nyquil. Recounting out of order: Two, five, one-three-four. Or somesuch. Turquoise-handed, I pretend I am not turquoise-handed. At risk for diabetes. Or sumesoch. Off-ness. awfulness. To be fae-fair and encumbered at work, at barely cash register, and still-swaying without song, joyous blue animal(s): “Let's take Ibuprofen together.” Generated Corporate Advertisement Inserted Into Webpage: You gave my phone a fever. “Let’s take Ibuprofen together!” and swallow enough for liver failure. Slip into puppy-minded saliva sleeping. Mischievous wrinkle, in perpendicular hatching, canvas material torn threadbare: Cornflower powder sent skyward by sinus pressure, immediate relief. Pretend I am blue animal(s): immediate relief. Blue intestinal food dye stain. Smooth muscle; anabolic bowel feeling, loose. lubricant. Diarrhea: A body that moves without me. An ecosystem of writhing bugs. My spirit vaccinated, she changes form, she plies a new persona; a cured body; a blue pill; blue animal(s); Changeling, a thing I don’t identify. Separate from the folds.

ok here is my current most-favorite poem draft, about medication, & Fursonas-as-medication:

🌀"In Mind, a Changeling"🌀

warmth

summer water

her ghost leaned down to kiss me with a message from the sun

i sort of .. need to share my poetry .. i sort offf... need people to get it. to get me.

i forgot . to mention. she would have a revolver.

my full furry poetry chapbook ... will be real...

recently wrote a poem & im daydreaming abt illustrating it ... cock out werewolf wearing silver bangles ... its fine art

The painting depicts a photo with the flash on of Dex, an anthro raccoon, in a classic arcade with a variety of cabinets around him. Caught in the act of almost biting a hotdog while looking surprised at the camera, he unintentionally knocks over a tray of french fries over a cabinet's counter. He wears a pair of jeans and a black shirt with the text "Eat. Game. Sleep." stamped on.

Commission for @punypunymouse.bsky.social !

mang. explodes into sadness glitter and viscera.