I enjoy wading through murky waters. Sensing the frantic-nibblings of an unknowable creature against the bares of your feet and legs, far from the casts of your vision, is a sense truly-miasmic in nature. Knowing a mere layer of skin separates the volumes of your insides to that of the wide volumes around you, feeling the buoyancy of your blood bobbing in alarmed instinct to the cold impermeability of the mire.
Pool # 27 - Ann Goldberg , 2016.
Canadian , b. 1970s
Oil on canvas , 30 x 48 in.
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Flower crowns are awesomeee
not rlly proud of how it turned out but might as well post it
Archons and their flowers 💐✨
My mind just says one way ticket to hell
Tim: So Duke, you officially been at the manor a year, how are you liking it?
Duke: I’m finally settling in. I’m no longer worried Bruce is going to send me away.
Jason: I get that. I thought I was just some charity case. I was terrified that I would mess up and end up back on the streets. I stole a bunch of expensive looking things and kept them in a go bag. I was prepared.
Damien: I too feared being sent away. My grandfather would have been disappointed. I was prepared to fight to the death to prove my place in the family.
Dick: I was sleeping with a knife in my sock in case he sent me back juvie.
Cass: (signing) I feared disappointing him. I felt like I needed to earn my place here.
Steph: He couldn’t get rid of me if he tried. I am like glitter.
Tim: Same. I think he tried to kick me out like 6 times. I just laughed and walked past him.
Duke: Are we just going to ignore Dick’s knife comment?