#scottmarsh

[lamolinastreetart]

Art by Australian Scott Marsh (@scottie.marsh) in Melbourne, Australia (2023) #scottmarsh #streetart #lamolinastreetart | photo via artist mysl.nl/mkSQ

[aucreativenetwork]

XOXO magazines featured artists showcase. Cover artist Scott Marsh. muralist, painter, graffiti artist. Always using his platform to communicate his opinion on environmental and political issues. #XOXOMagazine #FeaturedArtist #AuCreativeNetwork #scottmarsh #painter #graffitiartist #australiancreatives #creativenetwork #xoxo #australianmagazine #network #muralist #sydneycreativenetwork (at Au Creative Network) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0xXLSGnWS5/?igshid=fibzn3wvqjrl

[themuralco]

An amazing 2-piece mural titled ‘A Symbol Of Freedom’ by @scottie.marsh ⁣ ⁣ “Anytime you get a chance to deliver public art to people who wouldn’t otherwise be used to seeing it I think is a really positive thing. And you know, somewhere like this there’s not even walls it’s just desert. So there’s no street art, there’s no graffiti. There’s nothing you can actually paint. So to put it in a space like this, it really is a Mural Oasis sitting in the middle of the desert. Which is fantastic.” - #ScottMarsh⁣ ⁣ Curated and Produced by @themuralco⁣⁣ Located @prizmoutletslv⁣ @ironlak⁣ 📸 @dymskov https://www.instagram.com/p/B7uFC26B-LQ/?igshid=p8hv6imlaak0

[arrbeesound-blog]

It's a #yes !!! 61% in favor! Well done! @scottie.marsh @eyejackapp @codeoncanvas @tobyandpete Check out this amazing mural in celebration of the result at corner of Redfern and Pitt St in Redfern! Download the @eyejackapp to view! . . . . #loveislove #ssm #plebicite2017 #yesvote #lbgtqi #marriageequality #arrbeesound #augmentedreality #eyejack #codeoncanvas #tobyandpete #scottmarsh #tonyabbott #redfern #gay #love #yass #lovewins #picoftheday

[strongpencil]

Never forget. 🌈✊amazing George work from @scottie.marsh #ripgeorgemichael #georgemichael #scottmarsh

[tabzjoynt]

#ScottMarsh #newtown #sydney #walkabowtz #georgemicheal

[aucreativenetwork]

XOXO magazines featured artists showcase. Cover artist Scott Marsh. muralist, painter, graffiti artist. Always using his platform to communicate his opinion on environmental and political issues. #XOXOMagazine #FeaturedArtist #AuCreativeNetwork #scottmarsh #painter #graffitiartist #australiancreatives #creativenetwork #xoxo #australianmagazine #network #muralist #sydneycreativenetwork (at Au Creative Network) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0rd8gznC9V/?igshid=x7c7evbtarlr

[dnburgess]

One of a number of commissions at Spice Alley . Artist = @scottie.marsh . #streetart #sydneystreetart #chippendale #kgb #spicealley #woman #smoking #scottmarsh (at Spice Alley)

[mordekaiofficial]

Gorgeous #georgemichael mural in Sydney. #scottmarsh #saintgeorge

[tangent101]

Hella adorable!

21 for Brookate please <3

“This is so childish.” Brooke protested as they sat together in the closet, the furrowing of her brow doing nothing to hide the slight blush in her cheeks. “Middle schoolers play this game.”

Kate can’t help but giggle at Brooke’s indignation, there’s something so wonderfully adorable about her when she’s pouting. “I never did.”

“Yeah, well your family was prudish.” Brooke grumbled. “I can’t believe Chloe demanded we do this.”

“She’s just trying to help me make up for lost time, that’s all.” Kate smiled warmly at Brooke, who’s blush immediately deepened.

“Well I don’t see why they needed to drag me into this. If Chloe wants this for you then why doesn’t she do it herself?”

Kate’s face flushes as she pictures herself, alone in a closet with the blue haired rebel. “I think Max might be pretty upset if she did. Besides, those two are thick as thieves, they both totally planned this.”

Brooke sighed in obviously feigned annoyance; if the fierceness of her blush was to be believed. “Fine, whatever, let’s get this over with Ms. Never Had A Kiss.”

“If you’re sure.” Kate offered, as much as she wanted to kiss Brooke and her utterly adorable pout, she didn’t want to push anyone into anything.

Brooke just rolled her eyes. “It’s just a kiss. No big deal.”

Another giggle slipped out of Kate’s lips as Brooke edged closer. “Right, no big deal.”

When their lips met, it definitely felt like a big deal.

[rainboq]

Have one yourself, weirdo. 6: "You make every day worth living." ScottMarsh.

If there had ever been one constant presence in Brooke’s life, it had been the great crushing pressure of expectations. For as far back as she had memories, she could remember expectations being heaped upon her. At first it had been a challenge, a joy even. She’d learned to read a full year before her classmates. While her classmates were struggling with long division she could answer the questions in no time at all. She was smart, she was clever, and she was capable. It ought to have brought her praise and approval. Instead it only increased what had been expected of her.

Her parent’s dreams, and they were always her parent’s dreams, had ballooned from engineer to doctor, from family musician to concert pianist, and from diligent daughter to future breadwinner and retirement plan. So it was all the way through middle and high school that Brooke did not have a single moment to simply rest. Her days were an endless cavalcade of school, clubs, and after school activities. Piano lessons, taekwondo, and robotics camps. She wasn’t even able to get in much ‘normal’ TV. If it wasn’t educational, honing her mind and her body, it was a waste of her time, according to her parents.

So Brooke had started wasting time everywhere else she could. She didn’t spend lunches hanging out with friends, which quickly meant she had no friends, instead she sat in library’s computer lab. The school’s security was trivial enough to blow through, and from there the world was her oyster. She devoured the video games the computers hardware could handle, which meant mostly games from before the advent of the CD-ROM, and whatever shows and movies she could pirate.

What little life she had turned into retro video games, anime, and classic movies. Her parents scoffed, of course, but as long as her grades stayed high, they barely tolerated it as she shifted her wardrobe and collections of knickknack to reflect her new interests.

The pattern had held until she got her acceptance letter to Blackwell Academy. For the first time in a long time, she had been able to breath easy. She would have space, she could pick and choose what to do, she didn’t have to constantly cram every free second of time she had with crap. She could watch movies, play video games, make friends and go out with them, maybe even find a boyfriend.

Things would have gone to plan, if it hadn’t been for one mousy wallflower of a photographer.

Warren had seemed like a dream match. He was, to be blunt, a total nerd, sweet, and into all the same shit that Brooke was. After their first conversation she’d decided that she wanted to date him, because she felt like it was a good idea, but he seemed to only have eyes for the cute, doe eyed girl who still carried around a polaroid camera in the year 2013. At first, Brooke had thought she had been irritated that this Max Caulfield was standing between her and her potential man. But Max seemed to only want Warren has a friend, if that, and before November she was dating some blue haired punk girl, and said punk’s aspiring actress of a girlfriend.

It should have made her happy, her competition had been cleaned out in one fell swoop and she hadn’t had to lift a finger. Warren was firmly on the market, and even started showing interest in her.

But that grinding annoyance still tugged at her. Every time she saw Max with her precious little girlfriends going about their precious little dates and having the time of their lives she felt like she had bathed in poison ivy.

It had taken until after the holidays, and an attempt at second base from Warren, for the reality to sink in.

She hadn’t liked Warren, she never really had. She had liked the idea of him, and how her parents would have reacted to him. He was smart, he was probably going places. No, she had been crushing on Max. That, and she was jealous that Max got to like girls. As far as Brooke’s parents had been concerned, being gay was something White people did. In her family, she was expected to get over whatever her personal feelings might have been, marry some good man for the good of the family, have a good career, and give them good grandchildren.

As it had turned out, she wasn’t the only person with that burden placed upon her.

Kate Marsh had been the last person Brooke had ever expected to be anything other than straight. She wore a cross like a life jacket, she ran an interfaith and abstinence club. She had a picture of Jesus up on the wall of her dorm for fuck’s sake.

But when Brooke had her melt down over it, Kate had been the one to find her sobbing on the roof in the cold December air. She’d confessed to the same things that Brooke had been feeling. Her own feelings for the pretty freckled girl, her jealousy at Max being able to love freely, and the weight of her own parent’s expectations.

Hearing that, just knowing that she wasn’t alone, broke something in Brooke. By the time January rolled into February her and Kate were dating, in secret of course. Those first few months had been the happiest of her young life.

Kate didn’t expect greatness from Brooke, she didn’t expect her to achieve the best marks, to go to an ivy league college, or to make boatloads of money. All she expected from Brooke was for her to be herself. For the first time in a long time, she’d known a semblance of peace.

It hadn’t lasted, they were already bound for separate colleges on other sides of the continent from each other and that couldn’t be changed, so they had made a promise to each other that they should see other people in college, and if they were still single and wanted to after, they could try to make something permanent.

That had been fifteen years ago. Now Brooke had a gold ring around her finger and her last name had a hyphen and a ‘marsh’ appended to the end of it.

And Kate still held the same freeing lack of expectations, even if Brooke had done all those things anyways. They both had, to an extent. Dr. Kate Beverly Marsh-Scott was certainly a mouthful, but Brooke relished saying it. That and she lived for the the looks on people’s faces when Kate had to patiently explain to them that yes, she was in fact Dr. Marsh-Scott, and that Brooke Scott-Marsh was in fact her wife. The speed at which feet were inserted into mouths would have broken the sound barrier, were it possible.

“What’re you smiling about, my love?” Kate gently asked, a feather-light hand touching on Brooke’s forearm as she stood next to her in the kitchen.

“I was just thinking,” Brooke turned to face her beautiful wife, who smiled at her. Those gentle hazel eyes that she could get lost in all day shimmered in the light, “About us. How we got here.”

Kate’s smile brightened as she stepped closer, her other hand moving up to cup Brooke’s cheek before she planted a gentle kiss on her lips. “Those sound like some good thoughts. Any you’d like to share?”

Brooke made a humming noise in the back of her throat, like she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to share it before grinning and giving Kate a kiss of her own. “Just about how you make life worth living.”

[themuralco]

“I Didn’t Choose The Bin Life, The Bin Life Chose Me” - by @scottie.marsh⁣ ⁣ Australia has a lot of wildlife, but this bird fits in perfectly with the pre-existing flamingo statues that are placed right next to these walls at @muraloasis ⁣ ⁣ This white ibis holds a certain significance for #ScottMarsh that he wanted to portray: “The white ibis Bin chicken is a culturally significant bird in Australia, Forced from its native habitat it nows occupies metropolis'. It is the personification of the Aussie battler (working class Australian)”.⁣ ⁣ Curated and Produced by @themuralco⁣⁣ Located @prizmoutletslv https://www.instagram.com/p/B76ppnKhDbJ/?igshid=1b5thbtzhczvo

[lawomanphoto]

November 3, 2018 Jimi Hendrix mural by Scott Marsh, Guitar Center in Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA

November 3, 2018 Jimi Hendrix mural by Scott Marsh, Guitar Center in Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA #JimiHendrix #JimiHendrixmural #mural #ScottMarsh #guitarcenter #sunset #losangeles #hollywood #christyborgman #onthisday #lawomanphoto

Photo by Christy Borgman

[televenus]

Brooke and Chloe get into shipping wars over Grahamfield and Pricefield from Life is Strange. Rich once suggested ScottMarsh to end the arguments. Jake had to stop Brooke and Chloe from rippin him to shreds

7/10 but chloe is the only correct one bye

[gullyart]

Artist: @scottie_marsh #scottmarsh #gullyart #artbasel #miami #2013 #wynwood #graffiti #urbanart #streetart

[negoverlays]

Kayne is still snogging Kayne in Teggs Lane Chippendale but who knows for how long! #kanyekissingkanye #ScottMarsh #chippendalecreativeprecinct @scottie.marsh (at Zigi's Wine & Cheese Bar)