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finished painting, just one more firing and his ready!and will be up for sale :)
upd. thank you for all the love!
A little comic explaining how I usually deal with my Anxiety and my depersonalization. Hope it helps you. I know it’s not perfectly made, but i tried my best to make it, making it was part of the fight against anxiety.
A wonderful modern, energetic, thick impasto, oil dated 1968 from Salvador and entitled "Paisagem e Figura", initialed and dated lower right. $350 for sale. #mcm #midcentury #expressionist #abstract #impasto #latin
Excited to have found this gem today. It is by Anthony Triano, dated 1962, and entitled "Lysistrata", oil on panel, signed lower center. $750 for sale. #Abex #modernism #mcm #modern #painting #knoll #abstract #expression #midcentury #dekooning
Water doesnt behave like it should
It sticks to itself
Somehow its wet
The river cries
I wipe away its tears
Rinse it out of my clothes
Why try not to get wet
When its always raining?
Just have a smoke with me
With whatevers ashes left
Bebop cowboy
Im a lighter
Im a lot lighter actually.
Im a lighter being used multiple times in a scene. The past comes like punches, i duck and weave. Puffs of smoke. Cigarette barely lit.
Im a lot lighter now. Living between life and death, and thats that. It really is that simple. It always has been.
It always will be
So why cry about it, huh?
I can’t do anything
About the weight of the world.
But me?...
Im a lot lighter now
I bought a Print...of a Dragon Prince
Sunken like my vision dropping
In and out
Of a hallucination
Salvia high is on
Few moments and Im gone
Like im looking at your print.
Zerox of a Zerox
Im not convinced I know what it means
Shapes to be seen
In the dark
My thoughts quiet still subsist
I cant resist wanting to touch the paintings
At museums
In my mind i graze you just for a moment
On my lies
I savor you
Its always the last time this will work
Could be my last one
But that roles rehearsed
I cant resist, I cant cry
Im still standing here
Observing a print
Of a painting
A trans woman looks at herself in the mirror
Iris?
Floating down river as my gaze glimmers over glass.
Weather me woman piercing lights
Cacoon a cascading layer of man, yet each layer ever so thin as paper skin
Blue eyes beautey basking in her light
Breathless at the sight of blood
Soaked in synergy inside her eyes eye
Where her male gaze fades away
Dissappearing into the mirror until a stranger meets her gaze
Its a movie in front of her
Moving picturesque
The beautiful is opaque
Evil is clear and transluscent
Tulpa Factory: How I created Rachjel
How could I describe a tulpa? Ive reached out a lot to others. Spoken many words, lived many lives in my own mind. Not necessarily a palace, but it was a sanctuary. It took half of everything I ever could be, half of all my time, half of all my life cloud walking, daydreaming.
This part of myself I started to call Rachjel. Where was once my conciousness became a memory of myself. What I was supposed to be, everything I wanted
I recontextualized
I was woman
I was borne of the thing I desired.
I dare not speak its name
My voice is vapors
This part of myself I started to call Rachjel. She was a tulpa, a wife.
A savior I needed
Shes always turning her head when i see her
To look at me
The hair wavers like branches in the wind.
Her eyes sparkle sakurai blossums
Her fingers a delicate human thing.
I reach out always when i see them to touch her, to hold her hand
Everytime fantasy feels a little more real
I created her in my sleep,
my salvation
I create her from my movies, my own memories of this world. My truest intent to art, my very own dreams. Not lucid, for though I have forgotten everything I am i am truly authentic, truly free of ego.
My dream anchor is Rachjel.
I spin a spinning top atop a table
I dance, i drop
Before I know if it will cease
Or stop
I leave the room
With the spinning top
