#digital introspection

[raffaellopalandri]

Ontological Capture. The Historical Construction of the Self – Part 2

What we can call the genealogical research of Part 1 has laid bare is not simply a chronological accumulation of epistemic shifts, but the progressive intensification of a condition we may now name as ontological vulnerability, the exposure of the self not merely to discourse, but to the recursive logics of power that pre-structure the possibility of subjecthood itself. From the Cartesian…

[beskarfrog]

but, maybe, it's something we could learn

[dicenete]

Never stop drawing! ✨🌙 2007 || 2024

2007 || 2024 (fun fact: that Gaara was my first digital painting ever. I did it in Gimp!) I saw this trend on BlueSky and I really love the wake up call when you compare your early art with your latest art... It really puts all the hours of frustrations, sweat and tears into perspective. All those times when I could have just given up art all together because I didn't get things to look the way I want... It really pays of to stick to it. After over 15 years... I feel happy that I stuck to it. Not to say making art is only about hardships. Not at all. There has been lots of happy and wonderful moments and experiences. And to be able to give to the world in this way... Yeah, I can see myself doing this till the day I die. Even if I get frustrated and all gremlin if I just can't make things to look the way I want. ...But gotta trust the process!

[disarm-and-conquer]

[verypsbfan019]

Pet Shop Boys: Neil Tennant and Chris Lowe 💚💜

One of my favorites bands, indeed!

@petshoparts ✨

[nightleebear]

introspective piece (fusion of my personas)

[pressure-operationqna]

"Do you think I could make an actual fire down here?- hell- I might try." - Response to this Roleplay w/ @truthdawn

[wheatormeat]

Rereading old haikyuu chapters, here's a bunch of silly Akaashis

[alarminglybad]

This is probably the most honest portrayal of what it’s like to be me I will ever draw.

[aiartwerk]

"Neo-Fantasy Heroines"

A stunning collection of dynamic portraits blending realism and fantasy, featuring diverse heroines wielding swords, seeking solace in meditative moments, and reflecting in atmospheric settings. These artworks celebrate strength, introspection, and empowering narratives of powerful women.

[underdogarts]

Highly recommend all my fellow music freaks to create album covers for phases of their life, this shit might be healing

[fortunaestalta]

[strawberryjamandthings]

Summer is here, I hope it is kind.

[bdttras]

The first.

Cover Page

Pages 01 - 09

Pages 10 - 17

Pages 18 - 25

[scullkap]

key spreads from my zine The Lesser Man made for my advanced design class.

this was my first time working completely digitally on a zine in InDesign, and i'm quite pleased with the results. my professor's commentary was that it "reads like a Nails music video," which i'll gladly accept!

[closetdystopia]

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ERROR flashes on the screen, and I can’t help but laugh—dry, cracked, the kind of laugh that tastes like dust and regret. It’s almost funny—almost. Me, plugged into this glitching mess, thinking I still got a shot at keeping the chaos at bay. I’m strapped in, wires biting into my neck, tech humming like it believes in me more than I do myself. I’m supposed to be the damn firewall, the last line keeping this world from burnin' to the ground. But let’s be real—world’s already ashes, and I’m just a fucked-up relic they forgot to unplug. They called me their damn protector, like I was something more than a jacked-up piece of meat strapped to a bunch of outdated hardware. But you can’t save a world that’s already flatlined. Online, I still feel like I’m somebody—I jack in, and it’s like I can almost remember who I used to be. But the second I go offline, it all fades. I’m just another ghost in this metal graveyard, clutching at memories that don’t even feel like mine anymore. The machines hum like they’re waiting for a command, but they know better than me. Ain’t no heroes left here, choom, just a bunch of broken lines of code waiting for the whole fuckin’ system to crash. I stare at the screens, the data rolling like a wave, and none of it makes sense anymore. Faces, numbers, alerts—just noise. Used to be, I thought I could make a difference. Now, I’m just runnin’ on borrowed time, patched together with spit and duct tape, clinging to a city that already forgot my name. And maybe that’s the punchline—ERROR flashing in my HUD, reminding me the real glitch ain’t in the system, it’s in me. When the lights go out for good, maybe, just maybe, I will too.

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