every road leads to lost corpse end

the other thing that helps me a little bit recently is that since I have started being mean to myself less, I noticed how much of an energy suck it is. Like you can just throw endless amounts of energy into the black hole that is being unkind to yourself and it is the least rewarding possible way to spend that energy, really

done! I think this might be my favorite thing I’ve painted

the last of the spiky raku guys from this firing. i have always had very mixed results with raku because it's a hard technique to master, but this guy turned out absolutely amazing and I am just so pleased with the crackle on him!!

as a kid I was SUPER skinny. like "doctors are worried something is wrong with you" skinny (there was something wrong with me but it wasn't that. that's just how my body was shaped.) I have gained a lot of weight in the last five years or so! I was fortunate to be embedded in body acceptance type spaces from my early teens, even though that was sort of just starting out at the time, but dealing with changes to your meat body can be a really weird and disorienting thing even if you know that the shape you are is morally neutral. anyway, my point is, I've been drawing myself more recently and I realized the version of me I tend to draw isn't really what I look like any more! that was giving me some kind of weird Cartoon Dysphoria or something idk. so I am practicing doing a little simplified Pip Character that actually looks like Present Day Pip. HERE IT IS

tiny stick limbed baby pip + present day pip

i love replying 👍 to my parents. two can play this game

watching the Thing and like

it’s a mound of flesh, right? and it keeps forming eyes capable of looking at you. and the longer you look at it, the more openings appear. and at first the openings are full of what looks like legs, which move aside to reveal a flower, which unfurls to reveal a fleshy orifice studded with teeth moving towards you with great power and longing.

and it’s like, the central tragedy is that none of these men know each other on a level intimate enough to see through the imitation. when keith david turns and asks them how they’re supposed to tell if he’s an imitation or not, none of them can honestly say that they know him well enough to test how deeply it runs; he may as well be a stranger to him. when baby slut kurt russell mentions that the long johns could be anybody’s, it means that he isn’t able to tell whose they are by taking a good long whiff of the crotch and armpits. the secret weapon that could have successfully circumvented the thing was the time these men should have spent intimately exploring each other’s bodies. I have a job interview tomorrow. I need to get this out of my system now.

having by now gotten the job for which I was interviewing, I think where I was going with this was that, the constantly moving shifting expanding de-categorizing of the Thing is its own horror vehicle by virtue of the fact that every other body in that film very much wants to be its own discrete category, unknowable and untouchable to the other bodies around it. and the more you look at the Thing, the more there is of it; the more openings it has, the more eyes it will form for which to see you, the more limbs it will form for which to touch and know you. and these men do not want to touch and see and know each other. they do not want the joyous erotic sound of each other's stevie wonder albums to enter their ears. they do not want the joint that touches their lips to touch the lips of another man. the first and only horror of the Thing is its drive to touch and know and queer the coherent category that is the human body. I will be washing dishes in the back of a bakery while blasting mongolian throat singing if anyone has any further questions.

one of my self-assigned boyfriendly duties is to offer amusement and distraction on rough days in the form of drawing a face on my belly in sharpie and dancing around to ABBA. it’s a pretty powerful technique but it does mean that I will jumpscare myself for like three days every time I look down at my torso until the ink wears off.

Yeah I love manipulating my friends for my own gain, the gain is called "hanging out", obtained via such cruel tactics as "showing interest in stuff they like" and "being generally complimentary and charming"

Business Idea: Biodegradable googly eyes I can put on mushrooms and clumps of moss while I walk in the woods.