An ink drawing on tan paper showing two instances of the same figure seated at the tops of jagged peaks. On the left, the figure is curled inward with knees pulled to their chest and arms folded over, radiating short vertical lines above their head. The caption reads: “It’s lonely at the top.” On the right, the figure appears again in the same pose, but they smile as a small swirling mass of rainbow energy floats above their hand and around their body. The second caption reads: “Bring a friend!” Dated 3–16–25.

'It's lonely at the top... bring a friend!'

I lead a life of blissful solitude for now. I sometimes forget to call, but it's getting easier these days. Sending the energy of love and play to you today.
#spiritualart #mixedmedia #doodle #inkdrawing #ndartist #queerartist #outsiderart #folkartist

You spoke of abandoning your stance,
of becoming the remedy to halt the bleeding at once.
Feigning escape from the mundane,
we strip each other of words that wound,
clutching at them as if they were worth keeping,
convincing ourselves it must be so.

#Art
#Surreal
#Mixedmedia

:Alive installation:

A chaotic, densely textured drawing with a dark central mass and an abstract figure in a wheelchair holding a telephone. On the lower half, a person is collapsed on the ground. Near them is the other end of the phone, with a speech bubble that reads, “Get up.” The overall mood is bleak, with contrasting sketchy and heavily shaded areas.

Ink drawing with sparse, sketchy lines and dense crosshatching. A central barren tree stretches vertically through the composition. An angel is visibly stuck in its upper branches, wings caught and body draped across the limbs. At the base of the tree is a dense grouping of disembodied heads. On the ground below, a man lies flat, saying “Help me.” In the lower right corner is a neatly outlined bed, and in the middle right, a figure enters through an open door. At the bottom of the image, the phrase “Angel stuck in a tree” is written in plain script.

I had Don Nace's series "Messages from God" on the back of my mind as I was working on this. I find these situations so amusingly pitiful‒ I'd get up if I could! Now will somebody pick up that damned phone...?
www.donnace.com/messages-fro...

Ink illustration on tan paper. The top portion shows a small dog inside a flying saucer, surrounded by clouds and red stars. A spiked speech bubble reads: “LAIKA TO ERTH. Awoo woo. Your time soon. You valued your life over mine, but can I blame you?” Below, a dark, dog-shaped comet crashes downward in loose, rapidly-layered strokes. The text “RUN FROM THAT COMET!” is written mid-page. On the ground, another dog runs frantically, stretched in motion. Speed is depicted with a scatter of the words “go go go go” trailing behind its limbs.

'Laika's Comet' - ink and colored pencil

To Our Patron Saint of One-Way Trips. Did you know her true cause of death wasn't revealed until 2002? One must wonder what other truths remain unbeknownst to us.
#outsiderart #ndartist #queerartist #mixedmedia #illustration #inkdrawing #dogart

An ink and pencil drawing on tan paper, featuring a combination of handwritten words and sketch-like figures. In the top section, a dark winged figure appears, with vertical lines suggesting rainfall or falling feathers. A side profile of a face is repeated in stages toward the bottom, suggesting movement. The writing reads: halo hanging low i cannot undo the harm that was caused i can only move forward a humbler man

'A Humbler Man' - ink and graphite

Proud of the growth it took to create a piece like this. I psychically walk alongside St Augustine through this journey, the path to unknowable betterment.
#personalgrowth #spiritualart #ndartist #queerartist #mixedmedia #comicspoetry #inkdrawing #illustration

#illustration #pencildrawing #conflictart #warart #reportageillustration #politicalart #memoryandtrauma #darkart #historicalillustration #artofresistance

[Image: Text on a pale purple background with suqares of pink and yellow squiggles. Text "Call for submissions: Trans Survivors Healing in Action. digital zine; poetry, art, and short fiction/nonfiction; submit through April 15; $25 contributor payment. forge.tips/zine." FORGE logo.]

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A section of a notebook with a printed sheet of Jenny Holzer’s Truisms placed over it. The paper is filled with a dense list of short, capitalized statements, each a standalone thought. The formatting is stark and uniform, resembling a set of instructions or proclamations. One line, “Expiring for love is beautiful but stupid,” is marked, drawing attention to it.

caption was in part inspired by jenny holzer's "truisms" series, as a personal reminder that i am best off alive and healthy than suffering. it is not a judgment on others.

more about truisms {worthy of your critical thought}
www.moma.org/collection/w...

A hand-drawn illustration on brown paper. At the center, a thin humanoid figure stands engulfed in bright, jagged flames. Their face is simple, featureless except for small dots for eyes and a round open mouth. Swirling gray scribbles fill the background, resembling thick smoke, and within the smoke, large handwritten words read: “I will be seen.” Surrounding the burning figure are small, loosely sketched people holding up phones, recording the scene. In the bottom left and right corners, there are small drawn screens displaying the burning figure, emphasizing the act of digital witnessing. The composition is chaotic and urgent, with layered ink and marker strokes.

to die for one's cause is beautiful, stupid, and makes for great content!

on having sacrificed my authentic voice to appeal to the desires of others. 'twas a noble cause, but i've paid for it dearly. self-immolation won't be my response to postmodern treachery.
#illustration #transart #pyromancy

A handwritten journal entry on tan paper. The handwriting is in black ink, slightly uneven but clear. The text reads: “I find myself asking how it is I got to this point. Then I remember it doesn’t really matter. I like so many parts of this experience: I live by myself, dream achieved. I survive and am given fresh opportunity. I didn’t really have much say in how much I slept, too noisy and all… Ah. Body reveals itself. Time for rest. Yes, a nap, but more than that. There is no rush in this place… Some obligation, yes, but manageable. I’d like to undo the knots inside this body, entangled to survive and how well this helped me when I was in danger. I’m not anymore. Safe to be slow. Listen not to the echoes of past expectations. To live quietly, and at my pace, seems to be the yearn right now. There is much time for bigger dreams, when my body knows safety. It does know… Look around. This is what safe looks like." At the bottom right of the page, the date July 11, 2024 is written in smaller handwriting.

what i find so beautiful about healing is that it is cyclical. i had been telling myself similar sentiments for weeks when i came across this note from last summer. each time i remind myself of my strength, it returns more palpably than ever felt.

#traumahealing #journaling #mindfulness

A hand-drawn illustration on brown paper. The center features a large, winding path that curves through the image, filled with small, multicolored pencil strokes, suggesting sperm in movement. Around the path, the background is densely filled with red marker, applied in thick, uneven strokes. In the bottom right, a rectangular box outlines a smiling shape, labeled “You!” with an arrow pointing toward a sperm on the path.

The back of the illustration contains a handwritten note written in rainbow-colored pencil. It reads: “[Race to the Womb] May 29, 2024.” Below, the question “Or are we merely traveling upstream?” is written, followed by “And if so, why do we go?” The paper has ink bleed from the medium.

race to the womb, a playful look at the intricacies of intimacy. the odds of our own existence are astounding, i could never take this for granted.

#illustration #existentialart #mysticart #coloredpencil #markerart #gratitude #spirituality

A hand-drawn black ink sketch on tan paper, featuring a swirling, circular pattern that expands outward from a dark central point. The lines are loose, expressive, and layered, creating a dynamic spiral effect. Around the outer edges, the lines ripple and distort slightly. At the bottom of the drawing, a handwritten phrase reads: “The past is becoming less interesting than making something new.”

Hildegard of Bingen’s "Choirs of Angels," a 12th century illumination from the Rupertsberg Manuscript. The illustration depicts concentric circles of angels, human faces, and divine figures arranged in a mandala-like pattern. The artwork represents the celestial hierarchy as described in Hildegard’s visions.

a new process came to me after lingering on hildegard of bingen's body of work. i start from the center, then expand outward however my vessel decrees. there are more of these, which i will share in due time.

#inkdrawing #abstractart #mysticart

scrap paper, mostly blank save for these words scrawled in ink: "Mother / it feels good to stick to my word, and finish what i start."

heal, toe
i'm learning to walk again
this time with greater purpose
i fall i trust again

🩰 #poetry
pictured is undated fragment. possibly from prior summer

mass. graphite on paper

a flaming aura emits from a raised finger and atop her head. small figures trudge up the mountain to be closer to her.

not sure how i got away with posting this without alt text. image depicts an illustration of a winged feminine figure standing atop a mountain, along with the words: "WOMAN ON TOP." the paper is burnt along the edges, as well as inside the figure's body.

what’s left of the woman in me smells of smoke. her heart smolders with determination.

#internationalwomensday #iwd #nonbinary #transart #autisticartist

The Beauty of Suffering.

#acrylicpainting #art #queerart #gayart #mentalhealth #grief

sparsely drawn sketch of a human sitting along the edge of a river. the drawing contains the text: "this locale is not mine. i merely dwell here for a time." the drawing is dated jan 21 2025.

this locale is not mine.
i merely dwell here for a time.

these words i dwell on, as my mere existence grows ever more taboo.
#sketch #poetry #trans #queer

stricken by the loss of an earthly sire
maiden casts a flame on her girlish desire
moon illuminates this blackening hour
thrusted both upon their billowing pyres

the fem is not frivolity
she is not strings of pearls
draping down her neck
the tears of creatures
whom she chooses not to see

who could want this? i weep for you, Mother,
then glance down at my own weathered frame
stickstarved, no longer from twisted want,
but because i no longer know how to want.

ended up becoming my favorite album(.) bury me with this.

ask yourself: is this the life you’ve been waiting for?
or were you hoping that you’d be where you want with a little more?

i lay in this bed
amidst soft toys and heavy blanket
“safe now” this says
“safe now” and yet

all i imagine is the smell of smoke
and the decision i’d make
back and forth but

but my body freezes me
between dual desires:

to rescue myself,
or be engulfed in the all-consuming flame
of learnéd apathy.

i asked for a sign from god, then promptly dropped my vape in the toilet

it’s been one minute. why isn’t everyone laughing

on the internet nobody knows how weird you’re sitting

pries out third eye…. OW!!! the truth does not come with sutures

It was stormy in my domain as well. The symbolic weight of this is not lost on me. It makes me grateful to live in a time where humanity does not yet control the weather.

bless the creatures tonight.

i wish the lost kittens and puppies a safe journey back home.
i wish the birds and squirrels, routines disoriented, better sleep tomorrow.
i wish the unnamed and unknown beings of this earth may experience peace with their existence.