I feel like I'm really "bad at" BlueSky, and I don't know how to fix it, and even if I did, I've got much bigger problems π
Posts by Bekah Rhea
These are so lovely! Is it all marker? I love how saturated and opaque the colors are!
What is the best one word e-mail sign-off that shows you are a professional badass woman but also a little whimsical?
In seminary, I used "Peace," but in higher ed that feels like I'm a teen trying to escape a social interaction. I've used "Best," but I don't like it. There's no ring to it.
I thought Barre could be an accessible exercise option because there's a bar for balance. But I'm seeing videos and most of these exercises do not, in fact, include the bar?
Walmart orders really do be like that. If I don't order before noon there's no way it'll come that day π
I have a theory that the Blue Jay face is the closest a bird gets to human-like features. Idk if it's their eyeliner or what, but I always sense uncanny valley when I make eye contact with a blue jay π
A small painting of two sets of open lips. The lower lip of the first set forms the upper lip of the second set. Both are bright, saturated pink with the insides painted royal blue. The painting is very informal, with visible brushstrokes and variations in how saturated the blue paint looks.
Catching up on #RePostYourArt from @byjessicaelena.bsky.social Next up, Cat/Dog. My thought process: I don't make a lot of either, but Nickelodeon's CatDog had 2 mouths! So here's a gouache piece I call "Doubletalk" #Gouache #ArtSky
Side note: writing alt text for my art actually makes me like it more. Almost like if I were a third party viewing my work, someone who sees it without my judgemental craftsmans eye.
A thick, round, vase with a slightly tapered top. It isn't perfectly smooth, so light glances off of the areas where crafty fingers hollowed out the vessel. The glaze is frosted magenta, that fades to a grey toward the top of the vase.
A thick, round, vase with a slightly tapered top. It isn't perfectly smooth, so light glances off of the areas where crafty fingers hollowed out the vessel. The glaze is frosted magenta. In this view you can see where layers of glaze melted and blended in the middle of the piece
Catching Up with #RePostYourArt Challenge Day 3, Spring. A chunky, bulbous bud vase I made last year. The glaze, called Mary's Red, didn't turn out the way I hoped, but a friend of mine claimed this after seeing it on my Insta:
I am begging wheelchair fitness apps [and other specialty services intended for accessibility] to pick a one time, or even annual, cost. I don't care if it would be $300, I'm too tired to keep track of any more monthly subscriptions. For the love of all that is holy, please let me pay you up front
A pen drawing of a hibiscus flower, with the petals painted in a tye-dye style of orange, peach, and pink
Catching up on #RePostYourArt Day 2, Bloom. Pilot G2 pen and gouache, circa 2020. Shared back when Twitter was a thing! #ArtSky #Watercolor #Gouache
My body when I forget to do my silly little stretchies for 24hrs
I just submitted my yearly accomplishments & metrics & I think I am def delivering value. The turnover in higher ed is brutal so the positions above that could promote have been vacant over a year π I see my enthusiasm for my job as a strength bc I know it isn't the norm. πͺπ»
A watercolor and pen rendering of a family. There are 8 boxes and each family member has a portrait in a box. From top right to bottom left: a mustached man with olive skin; a white woman with rosy cheeks and wavy hair; a young white woman with medium length brown hair; a young white woman with short hair and glasses; a young black man with a side faded haircut and an earring; a young black man with an afro so big you can't see his eyes; a young mixed race man with dreadlocks and glasses; and finally a little white dog with black spots and one floppy ear with one straight-up ear
Catching up on the #RepostYourArt challenge from @byjessicaelena.bsky.social Day 1: Hello! I am a potter who sometimes paints in gouache and watercolor. This is a watercolor and ink family portrait I made in 2021 as a gift for my mom.
I am begging professional newsletters/organizations to write an article I can read instead of making me listen to an entire podcast to get 1 person's take on one subject. π«
I am so confused by professional norms. Apparently it is out of the ordinary for me to like my job and not use threatening to leave it as leverage to get recognition I already deserve? π΅βπ«
Text in red reads: Alice Wong (1974-2025) Celebration of Life. The Asian Art Museum of SF on March 25th, 2026.Red line drawing on marigold background of a Chinese ancestral altar. There are peonies in a vase, a portrait of Alice Wong, incense, and a vase of poppies. Decadent tiers of food are in front of Alice's portrait: peach slices, basket of fries, dumplings, champagne glasses, potato chips, o-toro nigiri, assortment of bao, fruit baskets, dan tat, soondubu jjigae with seafood, chawanmushi, and tangerines. Artwork by Felicia Liang.
Text of my poem: chan peiοΌι¦θ£΄οΌ by Travis Chi Wing Lau we first bonded over gossip, yes, about that curse, the one still haunting the bakery that stays open barely half the year but kept alive by its egg custard tarts, which I know you once savored but can no longer. but this surprises neither of us: to be sustained by something so delicate, so simple, even if it is memory. so when arrived at your flat to the spread of cakes and mochi donuts, i tasted first for the bittersweet of a chΓ‘n pei's grieving, as if my tongue had known to grieve what was coming. but i should not have been surprised, for our mouths have always been too sharp (or so our people say) because we were made to learn early how to taste for poison, to taste for falsehood in a land so tainted by both. is survival really anything more than that? no wonder then that we have made good oracles: our angry bones rattling loudly like a rasping cough trying desperately to clear the world's throat.
Cried a good long while when this arrived in the mail. Thank you Sandy Ho for giving me this opportunity to write in celebration of @sfdirewolf.bsky.social.
I've been diagnosed #prediabetic for a while now, but a lot of conventional advice is not good for #ADHD or #wheelchairusers. Believe me, if I could take a silly little walk, I would! Send me all your powerchair fitness hacks.
Interesting! Thanks for sharing!
Artist friends: looking for whimsical, undated weekly planner layouts & printouts for logging my PT & exercise. Could be monthly, but my handwriting is a lil big
I would love to read those books if you have suggestions! (World Religions degree here)
As a theology scholar, I'm with you on this, but is it universally agreed upon? To be fair, most of the Biblical archeology I've experienced (with the exception of tidbits in grad school) is from very conservative schools that are biased to prove literalism at any cost
This is cracking me up as a Religion scholar...do we universally agree on anything?
And as a theatre scholar because the things we agree on are like "none of us want to read Death of a Salesman ever again" and "Be nice to your stage techs" π«Άπ»
Ok the Jan 6th track is not a full on diss track, unfortunately, but it is acknowledging an ideological rift in a metaphor-coated way. Interesting π§
Y'all, Amy Grant's new album has a track titled The Sixth of January...she mentioned differences with creative pal Michael W Smith when she was on Good Christian Fun. ...is this album what I think it is? Are we getting deconstruction/reconstruction tracks from THE Amy Grant??
Does a PhD always require being on-site? Asking for a friend who has a very specific interest area but does not/cannot move π
A close up of the front of a guinea pigs snout, with orange-brown fur, pink nostrils, and a thick pink lower lip
POV: you're laying on your floor, trying to come up with a lesson plan re: death, resurrection, and baptism.
You turn your head and see this
Sounds like your church has a whole dang Coffee Committee! I'm jealous!
The truth is, every church across America serves coffee burnt within an inch of its life. And yet, any Sunday that I am early enough to be there for coffee, I'll give it another shot, as though this time, it will be different.