I want to tell a story to the artists and would-be artists out there.
When I was 19, I made a large oil painting of the nerd I would eventually marry. I poured all my attention and care into this painting. It's the only art I have from back then that still holds up as a work I'm proud of today.
I entered it into a judged show at the local art center. It got an honorable mention. I went to see the show with my beloved model. One of the judges came up to talk to me, and highlighted that all the judges really liked the painting. It would have placed, except, you see, the feet were incorrect. They were too wide and short, and if I just studied a bit more anatomy-
I called over my future wife, and asked her to take off her shoe. Being already very used to humoring me, she did. The judge looked at her very short, very wide little foot. Exactly as I'd lovingly rendered it. I would never edit her appearance in any way.
The judge looked me in the eye, and to his credit, he really looked like he meant it when he said "Oh I'm so sorry."
Anyways the moral of the story is that all of those anatomy books that teach you proportions are either showing you averages, or a very specific idea of an idealized body. Actual bodies are much more varied than that.
So don't forget to draw from observation, and remember that humans aren't mass produced mannequins. Delight in our variation. Because it's supposed to be there.
i truly am obsessed with thinking of a dynamic of Kim, post transfer, becoming very close friends with Harry to the point that he knows that Harry has a crush on him, and is just waiting for Harry to bring it up so he can gently and professionally turn him down
only for Harry to talk to him outside of work one day like "yeah so I'm def bisexual and I wanna explore that, do you - "
and Kim is preparing for a long night of comforting harry and assuring that they can still be friends and it's better that they can stay platonic, just for Harry to finish with something like "do you think you can come with me to this bar, mostly for moral support but to maybe also be a wingman?? maybe?"
and Kim is silent for half a second because internally he's going "alright so I'm absolutely in love with him and he wants to fuck other men and I have to be so cool and so normal about that Right Now or else it all goes up in flames."
Day 4
Many plans were tried and failed today; a volcano was built, and a thrift store was visited.
Ultimately, a few ideas had to be shelved for future use, because APPARENTLY there’s only a single plastic dinosaur in my whole house. Co-director was VERY displeased by the change in plans.
happy trans day of visibility! here are all 7 of my trans demons (so far!)
support trans creatives! support trans people of all varieties every day. celebrate trans joy.
inprnt
french aristocrat getting bottom surgery, call that beheading send tweet
I go to the grocery store, heading straight for the dairy section. Positioning myself in the middle of the milk shelf, I let out one single long, wailing, cheese-curdling scream. Every single carton of fresh dairy product within hearing distance has now been rendered undrinkable. The poor worker whose only task this shift was to keep me out of the store and most importantly away from the dairy at all costs is fired on the spot. I do not linger to bear witness to the grief and destruction I have caused. Knowing that I caused it is enough.
These petty, pointless acts of meaningless evil are the reason that I will not see the kingdom of heaven.
my evil chalice came in but its so fucking small. goddamnit. they're going to make fun of me at the wizards circle tonight
Professionally Autistic || Adult || It/Silly/They || Real life sea slug
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