I Got Kissed By A Turtle Dove Upon A Cold Paris Manger I Was Waking Up To My Love, First Moment Dawning

Experimenting with the process of light pencil sketch, marker color, and then ink.

But the Tombow markers that I used for the skin tone roughed up the paper, making the ink blob and feather.

To the extent that I'm not posting a full shot of this drawing because it Does Not Look Good.

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Ecce Homo

18x24, acrylic paint on cardboard, 2024

This painting, one of my figure studies, my comic book "Act Well Your Part" and my two zines, "Slap Your Cheeks For Color" and "Step Out Into Your Short Shorts," will be on display and available for purchase at "Slip Gallery.

Opening reception is March 8th, 6-9pm, and a closing reception will be held on March 30th, 7-9pm.

Christina the Astonishing

13x14

acrylic

A gift for a therapist.

Christina the Astonishing was a woman in the 13th century who, around the age of 20, had a seizure so severe that friends and family thought she had died. During her funeral service, Christina levitated out of her grave, and up to the roof of the cathedral. When Christina came to land upon the church altar, she told the congregation that she had seen Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven. In Heaven she asked for angels to return her to Earth so she might lead others to salvation.

Christina claimed she could sense the sins of others, and they pained her. To escape this, she levitated into the tops of high trees.

She is sometimes considered the patron saint of therapists, mental health workers, and the mentally ill.

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charismaticoutcast said: These are really neat! Do you mind me asking how you put your artwork on shirts/other accessories like this? Is it silk screening? I tried doing this awhile back and failed miserablyXD

No problem!

I use a printing service -- society6. I size my images to their specifications and they print and ship the product for me. They use, at least for the cloth products, a "direct to fabric" printer. I've ordered shirts from them before, but only on white so I can't speak for the other shirt colors, and the images have always been well printed and pretty darn colorfast.

However, because they do the printing and shipping, I only get a portion of the payment. But, compared to other printing services, their prices are pretty good. At society6 a 21x28 inch print costs $35 and I earn $8.65. You can raise the prices on your prints so that you earn more, but I try not to price myself out. Compare that to the print services at DeviantArt where the standard cost of a 24x24 inch print is $45 and the artist earns $7.50.

I haven't done screenprinting before, but I have used linocuts and fabric ink. If I ever chose to sell those, other prints that I created myself, or original pieces, I would sell them somewhere like etsy or storenvy, where I would just pay for hosting on their website and would be able to set the product prices myself.

“original illustration - face 1″ available for $35 + shipping

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hot damn!

These are my breasts and nipples, complete with acne, moles, and hair. Will this image violate tumblr’s new content rules?

Examples of exceptions that are still permitted are exposed female-presenting nipples in connection with breastfeeding, birth or after-birth moments, and health-related situations, such as post-mastectomy or gender confirmation surgery.

I am a transgender man. I have not had the opportunity or the money to have top surgery. I am excruciatingly aware that the “gender presentation” of my nipples is in the eye of the beholder. Disconnected from the context of the rest of my body and gendered presentation, they look like “female-presenting” nipples. Hell, there are plenty of cisgender women with more chest hair than me.

Are we going to determine the “gender presentation” of my nipples based on my legal gender? That’s debatable too. My most recent legal IDs list my gender as “male,” but my birth certificate lists my gender as “female.” I cannot change the gender on my birth certificate without going back to the state where I was born and getting an order from a judge, and paying a fee. Until I have the time to and money to do that, there will always be at least one legal document where I am still considered female.  

Written content such as erotica, nudity related to political or newsworthy speech, and nudity found in art, such as sculptures and illustrations, are also stuff that can be freely posted on Tumblr.

I would say this painting has artistic merit, at the very least from a technical standpoint. I’m sure there are plenty of people who would see no artistic merit in this painting, regardless of technical skill. The line between “nudity found in art” and “adult content” is as indistinct as the line between “naked” and “nude.” Tumblr and Facebook’s new policies stem from SESTA/FOSTA [LINK] and corporate monopolies [LINK].

Policies meant to curtail sex work always hurt more than they help, whether the sex work is voluntary, coerced, or forced. Example: NYC, LA, San Francisco, and Washington D.C. have all had/have laws that allow possession of multiple condoms to be considered evidence of prostitution, resulting in arrest or the confiscation of the condoms. So, no safe sex if you’re doing sex work, I guess?

Policies like these disproportionately effect people and communities who are viewed as being “inherently sexual” or “overly sexual.” Facebook’s overzealous new policy prohibits reference to “sexual preferences.” I will bet money that policy won’t be enforced when a cis het man makes a status update about “I like girls with [insert physical attribute here],” but it will be enforced when a queer person refers to a top, a bottom, a switch, a Daddy, a [insert relational attribute here].

As to what constitutes art and how that concept gets weaponized against LGBTQ people (and other oppressed groups, I’d argue), just read about the history of conservative loathing for the National Endowment for the Arts [LINK].

I don’t think my little protest painting will make tumblr and their corporate overlords change their minds. But I couldn’t not express my opinion on this.

I don’t know if this blog will get flagged or deleted or whatever. I’ll keep using tumblr until I no longer have a reason to. But, just in case, I’ll be setting up a pillowfort, and maybe a poizen. In the meantime, you can keep up with my shitpost tweets HERE.

so holidays are coming, which means more work and more family time, also I'm trying to get on testosterone so that's a lot of dragging my parents into therapy, also I'm trying to apply to grad schools, so I don't know how much time I'm going to have for art in the next couple of months.

To tide over my vast hoard of fans, here are my sketches and color tests for the other alien scouts, who I may one day do more complex pieces for.

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A Bright Banner

Handwoven on my "trash loom" with cotton and acrylic fiber.

Practicing with patterns on my loom; this thing make me think of a cheerful cuttlefish.

From the dowel to the bottom of the fringe it is 12 inches long, the tapestry itself is roughly 10 inches long and 8 inches wide. The dowel is 12 inches. .

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(via original illustration face 6 by panicvolkushka on Etsy)

available for $35

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Dreamed that I was on a road trip with some friends. The car was very full, so I had to sit crouched on the shoulder of the passenger seat. The person seated in the passenger seat looked like Benedict Cumberbatch and I think we were dating. We drove through a small southern town, and I could tell where the queer kids hung out. A bar and a hair salon and a gas station, with 80's goth queer kids hanging out in front, smoking and drinking. On one hand, I was envious that these queers knew just where to go to meet people like themselves, but on the other hand I recognized how few of them were in that small town and how isolated they must feel. We drove along a high way at night. The person shifted from looking like Benedict Cumberbatch, to looking like W., to looking like A., and then finally looking like a combination of all three of them. I told him that I wasn't good at dancing. When a song came on the radio, he pulled over on the side of the highway and left the car door open so that the music could be heard outside. On the side of the road at night, he rested his hands on the small of my back and we danced slowly. The roadtrip (and the dream) ended with us sitting in a forest clearing, dressed in togas, watching a production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream."