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hearing the words that I want
but was still caught so off guard~
I wrote a little... not quite poem, not quite story, definitely just a thought... thing- to try to capture how I have ben feeling lately.
Attached as a thread.
"Pale Blue Dots" [1/9]
i drew this a couple years ago to vent about the state of things and people said i was "doomposting" but honestly things haven't gotten any better so the feeling remains
Hold on to anything #brainbunnies
gay breakfast🥐✨
warm again
Sketch bust of Honey, a pomeranian I designed for my gf
Puppy dawg // @sheepkief.bsky.social 🧡
Wag wag!
Another one of my favorite comms✨
GwenFox is sitting on a desk chair with a pencil in hand, leaning back with her legs kicked up on the bed with a desk in the background behind her. Text: As I get older living life away from family; with some passing away, I miss the tangible little things.
Flashback to years back - GwenFox is standing at an open sliding door, with her grandma in the foreground folding napkins. Text: When visiting my Bà Nội (paternal grandma), she used to greet me with a 'sniff kiss'.
The colors have changed in the scene, everyhting is a variaiton of pink. Gwen's Bà Nội sniffs her cheek and hand, then kisses it. Emphasis is put on Gwen's hand being squeezed, with various lines projecting out of the hand. Text: She'd sniff my cheek...sniff my hand...kiss my hand, then squeeze it gently.
Cut back to present day. It's night time now, with the room being completely dark - but not sad. Gwen looks upon her drawing tablet with a soft smile on her face as we can see an alter in honor of her Bà Nội in the background. Text: She didn't speak much English. and I spoke even less Vietnamese. But that was her way of saying she loved me. As I get older, I don't want to be sad that the little things are gone. I'm trying to be happy that they happened at all.
sniff kiss 🦊💕
www.patreon.com/rometwin
No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive.
An anthropomorphic wolfdog gazes into a blue sky with an expression somewhere between sadness and hope. The background is a dilapidated building that has been overgrown with foliage.
I received this incredible piece from @godbirdart.bsky.social last night. They did an amazing job, especially in capturing a very complex feeling. Thank you again!
A painting of a wolf's face staring straight on at the viewer with an intense expression. Sharp strips of color make up the face of the wolf, but as those strips radiate away from the center, they lose form, as though the wolf is coming apart.
🔹 Entropy 🔹
9" x 12" mixed media on reclaimed panel.
Probably my most important painting from last year. A wolf made of falling apart, a radical and fierce acceptance of the decay and change of self, of becoming a part of everything else.
Original sold, prints available: sasharjones.com/store
A painting of a hooded anthro figure crouching down and grounding their clawed palm on the ground in a powerful gesture, with light and color flowing up through their arm. The drawing of the figure is simple and gestural, but rich with texture and atmosphere.
🔹 special power 🔹
mixed media painting
this piece was an expression of a desire, almost a prayer— to find your special power, your inner reserve of potential, or the power to make change in yourself or the world around you, to hold that capability in your hand in and in your heart.
Diamond rope, silver chain
Pretty noose is pretty pain
And I don't like what you got me hanging from
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Just some more self-expression through art and this new okapicorn character...
Vixen's origin story
A pin/button that says "don't die wondering" with black text on a yellow background
🏳️🌈 Mood 🏳️⚧️
This is an old lesbian pin and I relate to it so much. I came out because I didn't want to die wondering what my life could have been. I'm so glad I did 😊
image is a digital illustration of a stormy ocean cliffside. waves crash against stone as thunderclouds roll overhead. at the peak of the cliff, a lone canine approaches the edge, its weight loosening stones that plummet down to the churning tides below.
「 boys don't cry 」
about suppressed emotions, downplayed heartaches, and the expectations to remain stoically self reliant without the community and connection needed to help open the paths away from isolated self destruction.
thanks for 5,000 !!!
here is another raffle:
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prize: one headshot
ends: in one week!
image is a digital illustration of a pack of lean canine silhouettes racing across a watery reflective surface. the sun radiates behind them, low on the prismatic horizon. warm clouds halo the starry sky. the canine in the center of the canvas looks hopefully upward to a shooting star as a broken chain trails off its throat. #furry #furryart
「 FOUND FAMILY 」 🌠🌈
the universe smiles back at you