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A quickie crow to try to get outta this funk. 11x14”

A quickie crow to try to get outta this funk. 11x14”

We sacrificed a large wicker bunny to the fire gods. They were pleased.

We sacrificed a large wicker bunny to the fire gods. They were pleased.

aggressiveenthusiasm:

so i sat down to watch tv, and saw that marmaduke was recorded, so i figured “hey, let’s watch a kid’s movie about a talking great dane,” because hey, i’m feeling nostalgic and i love me some great danes. and hey, lee pace ain’t so bad on the eyes either. i’m all set in my couch corner with a soda and some biscuits and green stuff and i’m relaxing and the movie is starting when suddenly, the fluffernutter emerges from the dark depths of my bedroom. she gives me the evil eye, jumps on the chair, gives me the eye again, and then blinks. i assume this means she is mocking me for watching a children’s film, but then again, maybe she’s just got an attitude problem. i ignore her, and return to attractive men and large dogs. about five minutes later, i look over to find the cat sitting completely upright with her unwavering attention set on the television. i cluck, just to see what would happen, and she jumps a little, meows, and goes back to watching the movie. and so do i. thirty minutes pass, and i look back at the chair to see if the cat is still watching the movie - she’s not there. figures, the little shit never had the best attention span. but alas, when i look down to the floor, there she is with her neck craned up to watch the dogs on tv right next to her little dog. cute, right? no, schitz didn’t think so. she chased her into the other chair, where the cat immediately went back to watching marmaduke intently. at about 45 minutes into the recording of the movie, my attention span is crap, so i start watching her. it’s the scene where marmaduke throws a party while the winslow’s are away. now, up until this point, i’m just thinking maybe my cat likes to watch dogs on tv or something. like maybe marmaduke is amusing for her, like ” hey, look at all of these little flat dogs running around in this flat box i can’t get in, and they can’t touch me” kind of amused. but as each new dog appears on the screen, she jumps a little. so i cluck at her again. she jumps, turns around to give me the evil eye, and then turns right back to the movie. okay, this is weird. there is no way this damn cat is going to sit through an entire movie about a giant dog, especially when she’s reacting like it’s a damn horror film for cats. wrong. she sat straight up, perched on the edge of the chair, eyes transfixed, for the ENTIRE MOVIE. the movie ends, i turn off the tv, and she lays down and starts looking between me and the tv, like she wants me to turn it back on. so guess who is in the living room re-watching marmaduke by herself right now?

so i sat down to watch tv, and saw that marmaduke was recorded, so i figured “hey, let’s watch a kid’s movie about a talking great dane,” because hey, i’m feeling nostalgic and i love me some great danes. and hey, lee pace ain’t so bad on the eyes either. i’m all set in my couch corner with a soda and some biscuits and green stuff and i’m relaxing and the movie is starting when suddenly, the fluffernutter emerges from the dark depths of my bedroom. she gives me the evil eye, jumps on the chair, gives me the eye again, and then blinks. i assume this means she is mocking me for watching a children’s film, but then again, maybe she’s just got an attitude problem. i ignore her, and return to attractive men and large dogs. about five minutes later, i look over to find the cat sitting completely upright with her unwavering attention set on the television. i cluck, just to see what would happen, and she jumps a little, meows, and goes back to watching the movie. and so do i. thirty minutes pass, and i look back at the chair to see if the cat is still watching the movie - she’s not there. figures, the little shit never had the best attention span. but alas, when i look down to the floor, there she is with her neck craned up to watch the dogs on tv right next to her little dog. cute, right? no, schitz didn’t think so. she chased her into the other chair, where the cat immediately went back to watching marmaduke intently. at about 45 minutes into the recording of the movie, my attention span is crap, so i start watching her. it’s the scene where marmaduke throws a party while the winslow’s are away. now, up until this point, i’m just thinking maybe my cat likes to watch dogs on tv or something. like maybe marmaduke is amusing for her, like ” hey, look at all of these little flat dogs running around in this flat box i can’t get in, and they can’t touch me” kind of amused. but as each new dog appears on the screen, she jumps a little. so i cluck at her again. she jumps, turns around to give me the evil eye, and then turns right back to the movie. okay, this is weird. there is no way this damn cat is going to sit through an entire movie about a giant dog, especially when she’s reacting like it’s a damn horror film for cats. wrong. she sat straight up, perched on the edge of the chair, eyes transfixed, for the ENTIRE MOVIE. the movie ends, i turn off the tv, and she lays down and starts looking between me and the tv, like she wants me to turn it back on. so guess who is in the living room re-watching marmaduke by herself right now?

fernweh [feyrn-vey]

(noun) This wonderful, untranslatable German word describes the feeling of homesickness for a far away land, a place you have never visited. Do not confuse this with the english word, wanderlust; Fernweh is much more profound, it is the feeling of an unsatisfied urge to escape and discover new places, almost a sort of sadness. You miss a place you have never experienced, as opposed to lusting over it or desiring it like wanderlust. You are seeking freedom and self-discovery, but not a particular home.   (via lyrexz)

(Source: wordsnquotes.com)

nonlinear-nonsubjective:

no i dont want to be a billionaire to live a lavish lifestyle i want to be a billionaire to be financially secure and have enough money to give people things and support charities and fund kickstarters and leave hundred dollar tips

aggressiveenthusiasm:

dissolve 12x16 || acrylic/canvas

i updated the photo so the colors weren’t so muted. the image is slightly askew - i am not a photographer - and bits of the left and bottom were cut off.
i painted this while wishing i could disappear completely, or even just to dissolve into the universe as if my particles had never come together in the first place. i am currently going through a major depressive episode, and it feels like the worst I’ve seen. maybe that’s true, and maybe it isn’t. either way, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to paint anything, or do anything, or be anything other than a quiet, stumbling mass.

aggressiveenthusiasm:

dissolve
12x16 || acrylic/canvas

i updated the photo so the colors weren’t so muted. the image is slightly askew - i am not a photographer - and bits of the left and bottom were cut off.

i painted this while wishing i could disappear completely, or even just to dissolve into the universe as if my particles had never come together in the first place. i am currently going through a major depressive episode, and it feels like the worst I’ve seen. maybe that’s true, and maybe it isn’t. either way, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to paint anything, or do anything, or be anything other than a quiet, stumbling mass.

So I think I am almost done? Something feels wrong but I’m having trouble pinpointing what it is.

So I think I am almost done? Something feels wrong but I’m having trouble pinpointing what it is.

Time to add some color. The figure is almost done (just some b&w & a wee bit of touch up) at least. My hands are so shaky today. So is my mind. I feel very fragile.

Time to add some color. The figure is almost done (just some b&w & a wee bit of touch up) at least. My hands are so shaky today. So is my mind. I feel very fragile.

Going to bed before I fuck this up too much. Goodnight.

Going to bed before I fuck this up too much. Goodnight.

I am sad and I am sketching out the skeleton for my first self portrait. In my sadness I apparently forgot everything I knew about drawing hands and arms.

I am sad and I am sketching out the skeleton for my first self portrait. In my sadness I apparently forgot everything I knew about drawing hands and arms.

O hay cuties @mommawolfart

O hay cuties @mommawolfart