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Starting an art project and I don’t know if I’m actually onto something but I’m in too deep to stop now
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The Monster Manual but it's blatantly written by the monsters
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The last two weeks of Game Changer:
Pencils Down: A lovely time! A delight! Artists supporting each other's talent and passion while drawing sexy granola bars and dicks and having a great time!
Sam Says 3: Sam Reich Conducts An Unethical Mid-20th Century Psychological Experiment
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thestuffedalligator · 20 hours
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bitches will say they got into clown college on their own merit and like their parents facepaints aren’t on eggshells in the lobby of the new library
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Gargantua is a giant of classic French literature, and the impression I had when I first read the book was that Rabelais made him a giant because that made him a size where impolite functions of the body, things that weren’t discussed in polite society, were simply unavoidable.
And this is important for the text because. Well because Rabelais wanted to write a filthy comedy and have a great time, but it’s also an element in the text’s satire on polite society. You cannot ignore the fact that Gargantua pisses. Everyone else in 16th century French polite society could pretend that they didn’t piss, or at least could avoid talking about the fact that they had to piss, so Rabelais made Gargantua a character where society couldn’t ignore the fact that he pisses, because when he pisses he drowns people.
And this sort of scatalogical humour is a recurring theme with giants in literature. Brobdingnagian noblewomen in Gulliver’s Travels piss. Gulliver, a giant in Lilliput, poops. The BFG farts. There’s a crude reality of the body that society pretends to not exist, but cannot be ignored when you’re 40 feet tall because frankly the piss has gotta go somewhere.
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i often think about that split second where orpheus has turned around, the wash of relief, love, joy, love, love, love that he feels when he sees eurydice. there is darkness and doubt all around him, the ache of his feet, the feeling of defeat, and in his desperation borne of love he sees her. and for a split second, love takes over. the last thing eurydice sees is love etched into every corner of her husbands face before she is dragged back into death.
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Uhhh. Okay. Pitch. Link wakes up in a sealed room. The walls are polished glass and stone and steel, and the lights. The room bleeds with light, endless blinding light pouring out of every surface. He's almost snowblind, but a gentle voice encourages him to carry on, and half-blind, half-dead dumb puppet that he is, he does.
The chamber leads to another. Then another. Each one has another tool, another puzzle, another blaze of impossible lights and another whisper from that voice to carry on. And it should lead up, and out, and into the light of the sun.
It never does.
The path winds deeper and deeper into the gut of the temple, where the snow-bright light grows harsher, more artificial. In nooks and crannies, places where the walls have been forced apart, he finds the scrawlings of scavengers, those who braved the bowels of the Moonrock Temple, the terrible place where doors open to impossible places.
And then he finds her. The one who whispered to him on the path. She had been forced to make herself a new body while she waited for him to wake up. She is made of polished glass and stone and steel, and when she smiles she shines with impossible light.
“You found me,” she said, and her voice thrums with an unnatural chord. “Congratulations. Was it worth it?”
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started reading an anthony bourdain book in the morning and at dinner randomly decided to start watching the dungeon anime so now im pretty sure i have all it takes to be a chef if i wanted
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Postcard dump. Some old, some newer. I use these to try new techniques and experiment. Sometimes I send them to people or sell them at cons.
The cat, Malcolm, belongs to the fine people at Federal Color and was done with their Optimist inks when I did alpha testing for them last year. They're a great new maker of shellac ink, well worth trying out. I might do a more in-depth review of them because I've got a lot to say about ink (and the review I did for them was much more technical).
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Little Xallergh and her hags moms
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Lately I’ve been (once again) very much into sketching tiny characters in huge settings. I want to make a series of paintings with this theme so I’ve been taking pictures of tiny trinkets that I come across so that I could incorporate them into my paintings 💕✨
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finally watched the movie and was so disappointed I had to draw the man to cope
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Leaf by Niggle is a short story written by J.R.R. Tolkien around 1942. This story is very much an allegory of Tolkien's own creative process, and, to an extent, of his own life. That's why I painted it like this...in the leaves you can see some of the stories of Middle-earth, and the figure shows Tolkien himself. 
Gouache painting 165x165mm
2023
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