#lines and shapes

[zzaphotoaday]

[marseesthisway]

stranger in a strange world

[tiffanydaleo]

Euphemism

11/14” Mixed media on paper Instagram Facebook Pinterest Tumblr YouTube Link

[ilovejoyjessie]

Hidden Figures #1 (Wake by Richard Serra) || IV.

I started to accept the possibility that I didn't quite fit any group mold here as a transplant because those molds weren't large enough to accommodate all of me. I've always been difficult to be exactly boxed, easily sorted or slid between figures around me. In my art, in my beliefs and my day to day life...I have complex turns and curves to me and make shapes of many kinds. I am part some things and other parts another, a custom make. Aren't we all? Even so, my not-easily-sorted ways had never seemed to be a barrier to fully connecting with others - until I moved here.

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In the spaces I'd found myself in, in other cities I'd lived, you and who you were mattered more than the group identity you shared with others. You had common connections and origin stories, but at some point your views and experiences splintered off - but rarely did that change the dynamic of your group or the volume of your voice within it. It wasn't assumed you'd be exactly like the people in whatever group you found yourself in.

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I was used to the acceptance of newcomers and nuance to a group: Clashing shapes on a canvas, the rowdy, passionate dissonance that came from discourse and teasing jokes among its members - and the understanding that, even with their apparent differences, no one belonged to the scenery any less. There was freedom to be one's full self. No shrinking for fitting. They saw your curves and angles and made room for them, creating a mosaic of people whose ideas and beliefs were brought together by common community.

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But here in Seattle, it seemed the groups I found myself in and around thrived off their choruses of "Me too", "I feel the same way", of "We all know...", and "I think we can all say that..."s. But with all their scripts for their language, culture, interests, values, and etiquette there seemed to be no script for responses of, "I feel differently", "That's not what I think" or "That working for you doesn't mean it works for me". It felt like if I was out of step with the rest of the group, I was the one making the wrong curve; when my different arcs and waves, my different experiences, beliefs and existences appeared, an air of defensiveness entered the room or a quick silence hung in the air after they noticed me shifting. No probing, no pondering, no jokes or pokes. Just a return to the forms the group's always known, back to the angles by which the group abides.

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I've seen and appreciated the ways in which the Seattle area prides itself on its tight-knit communities. But as a perpetual outsider, I've also seen how its groups seem to sing their choruses so loudly it's easy for them to tune out voices of difference - to not recognize a different note being sung. Either newcomers know the chorus or they just don't sing along - otherwise, when they sing a different verse, everyone seems to notice.

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I've lived on both sides of the lines I've seen these groups draw in the sand. I've lived on both sides of a lot of lines. But it's been so long since I've felt I had to "fit in", slide cleanly into a mold, to make meaningful connections instead of feeling I was accepted the way I wholly am, curves fitting in or not. Would it really benefit me to start doing that now? Reduce myself to just one of my many aspects? Temper my complexities and angles just to fit the Seattle spaces I've found myself in?

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I could give into the tight-knit sameness around me, do my best to mimic the shapes and movements and people around me...or I could break free of the idea that the only way to succeed in the landscape I found myself in was to fit neatly into it.

[myheadphonesareneverloudenough]

thanks dunes now i can sob over

“watch the world in rich amazement…die in this dimension and you’ll wake lonely replacement reach”

multiple times in the one sleep cult track

[intermundia]

this is the single worst way i've ever read to describe an erection, frank herbert

[hard-times-paramore]

What kind of fucking cocaine do they put on Rose Tyler that if you watched seasons 1 and 2 of New Who you literally never get over her, ever? Billions of seasons upon years down the line, we'll be at Doctor 23 and I'll be 56 years old sitting in my couch going "I wish they'd bring back Rose Tyler, the Doctor deserves some more time with Rose Tyler".

[hinamie]

inflict

[beesyjimwax]

You’re on a roll!

[zzaphotoaday]

[egophiliac]

this started as a reply to someone (a million years ago) (I am so sorry) and then very quickly got out of control, as these things do. so...uhhh....here's everyone else at Playful Land!

sorry

[gauldframes]

some more ink stuff cause it's been a minute

[ilovejoyjessie]

Hidden Figures #2 (Perre’s Ventaglio III by Beverly Pepper) || I.

Perre’s Ventaglio was among the first pieces i saw myself making a new story with before i setting foot in the sculpture park. i visualized the ways in which i could play with its enclosure, sinking and disappearing into its shadowy crevice - tumbling into a new world - and how my fleshy curves and bends could contrast its rigid angles. my mind’s eye actually visualized the pose in this shot before i came to the grounds to execute it.

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but as the theme of making my way through the social seattle landscape underscored my exploration through the sculpture park, i couldn’t help but notice that perre’s ventaglio was a big, beautiful box peeling into layers of other beautiful boxes - not unlike the city it rested in the center of. 

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the way i poured and peered and broke out of the sculpture now was more than just a beautiful compositional choice - it was a moment of affirmation.

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+ photographed by @skyclad.studio (ig) // website

[spicyraeman]

Lae'zelmancer week day 6: Blood-Red

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[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy