There's a cruel, cosmic joke about an old wound in the human heart. It never stopped bleeding, but sealed just enough to avoid predators from smelling it. It's exposed, wet, and bleeding again. Met with unmitigated silence, and you sit like a fool. The moon and the stars laugh, it's happened before.
swine before. oil painting
I keep forgetting to post updates for Fridays Cherub Brothers comic. Chapters moving fast, update and junk in the description below. www.theduckwebcomics.com/The_Cherub_B... #art
A pierced heart that's changed, but still loves. The chain is stainless steel, and is long enough to use for pants. #art
Hope followers don't mind the bullshit I type up. Been wanting to do it more ever since a student interviewed me for a project. When I was told how "human" my art was to her (it was a paper against ai art), there was a deep feeling of isolation that I could never shake off. Known yet unknown.
Three gazes that see what you have hidden inside that heart. There's a lot of texture on it but it's a secret what it is. Available #art
Have you all realized the rules in place were always for you only, the ones in power who see you as less than shit. Has groomed Abrahamic guilt consumed you until you are less than a husk, ripe for the strings of the puppet master? Or will you spiral out.
Two drawings I did on acid and some doodles. Never finished the second one, and kind of conflicted due to my own bullshit. #art
Work in progress pen drawing of a figure with their back to the viewer with a series of spirals and arcs in their skin and whose body flows into root like structures
Almost done.
11x17 pen and paper #wip
#surreal #macabre #PenAndPaper #TraditionalArt #DarkSurrealism #DarkArt #Art #InkSky #GrimDark
A bit off this week, but here's the last two weeks of The Cherub Brothers is available to read. This chapters really going fast. Available on NG and @theduckwebcomics.bsky.social www.theduckwebcomics.com/The_Cherub_B... #art
scumm. gouache on paper, mounted on wood
It's posted, for all supporter types. This is a long one also CW, heavy shit is talked about.
Keep a lookout for a new ko-fi post regarding some art. Another blog blurb. Half for me, half for those who want to know more on the back stories on some work. It's supporters only due to some personal details. ko-fi.com/rubberneck
Thanks for reading my gunk, maybe I won't delete these ones. I want others to realize that making it past your own self imposed expiration date lofts a very thick veil.
Events are unfolding where former friends are projecting because their inappropriate behavior pawned off was not successful. The pawning of sins into your chicken before you cut their head off never went away. The materials changed. You'll see American elites do this with their own children.
After we did acid my wife finally understood my asexuality, which meant so much. I've had people look at me and scoff at the notion because of gooner brainwashing. Where you strip humanity in favor of your lust of carnal desires to feel human in an era of transhumanism.
Idea of someone so precious to me flipping and projecting trauma so hard it's too awful to bear. It's been a pattern I've finally broken. A constant loop where your loved ones feel the need to feel superior in the americuck system. One up and project to feel better or punish you for an unsaid hurt.
It also makes October 2025 heart wrenchingly devastating, more than I wanted to admit. Where they are so close yet so far. And being afraid to feel any sort of safety and peace leave after stuffing down emotions for the sake of surviving a corporate post human hellscape. Where I can't handle the-
I can see why people would totally lose themselves doing acid, cuz all it did was just reveal morthings for me in a melancholic sort of way. Solidifying the love I have for two people who are so incredibly important to me, while being hyper aware of the body that My soul/Spirit inhabits.
It was a lovely event, don't get me wrong. It was a wild curve all, and a history with someone who's still so important to me, but always figured they hated my guts since we were such wrecks in 2018. I've missed them terribly even after a series of shit events. What a foolish thing the heart is.
A familiar voice, and a face I can spot anywhere. I saw someone I thought I'd never see again at the con in March. And all it did was make me wonder if years of care was worth anything with the venom spewed over the years. I despise being vulnerable outside of my art.
When I did more practical FX over 10 years back, I had a secret to creating realistic meaty bile. You first have to drink 3/4 of a can of big red, pieces of sandwich bread, and bonus if you can get brownie/red velvet. This was peak ED years for me so the recipe was kind of a coping mechanism.
Predatorial games. Irl things have had me reevaluate things. A spiritual sequel to a drawing from nearly 2 weeks ago. #art
Keychains. A kitty construct, a fledgling heart, and a womb of a depressed jester. The kitty one already sold! #art
