November 20th, 2021
dont mind me, just pinning the boys to my tumblr since I’m no longer really on hiatus
dont mind me, just pinning the boys to my tumblr since I’m no longer really on hiatus
While working on Across the Spiderverse, I painted this concept art of what Manhattan might look like in Gwen’s watercolor style!
Heart feather flags for days to round out pride month! 19 different styles.
This was WAY more of an undertaking than expected. Had to stop at 19 or I was going to go rainbow-ravin mad!
Edit: Oh heck, thanks so much for the feature! Appreciate all the new faces here! 💖
(Source: etsy.com)
I just fixed a printer I feel like the most powerful person in the world
I LOVE PRINTING!!!!!!!!!!!
I just fixed a printer I feel like the most powerful person in the world
how could you like the colour yellow
see a therapist immediately
I actually used to hate it! Like, actually despise it! Yellow was too bright, too loud, discordant, unruly, and clashed with everything. Nothing like what I wanted in my life, nothing I wanted to be.
When I first moved away from home, everything I owned was black. Jet back. As black as I could get. Smooth, cool, sleek, discrete, calm, unassuming. Flexible, cohesive, agreeable black. Fashionable black.
I had a really, really bad time. Unrelated to the decor. It was my first year out of a toxic place I’d grown used to my whole life, my first year acknowledging a mental illness I’d believed to be normal, my first year fending for myself with very little money or sleep or companionship.
I’d grown up on instant white rice and unseasoned ground beef. One day I realized that everything I’d been raised on tasted like cardboard. While out on an assignment, I passed a tent with a woman selling spices, and bought myself some turmeric. I went home and tried making curry with it. It was so yellow.
Another time, my professor took us out to a modern art gallery. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but when we got there, the whole building had been painted bright sunshine yellow.
The artist’s theme was “happiness”.
What it is. How we make it. How to share it.
All bright, lovely yellow.
The house I grew up in was beige. The walls were white. The appliances were post 9/11 stainless steel. My job was to be quiet, compliant, presentable and agreeable.
Black goes with everything. Black is neutral. Black is quiet, reserved, elegant and mysterious.
Yellow is warm. Yellow does what it wants. Yellow tastes sweet and spicy and hot and cool, like a summer breeze, like sunflower petals, powdery like dust on a long dirt road and soothing like well-worn linen.
I still like the look of black. I like the look of most colors. But I like the way that Yellow makes me feel.
Do you understand?
Thank you to everyone in the notes sharing why they love yellow!
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