"Like Hephaestion, who died
Alexander's lover
Now my riverbed has dried
Shall I find no other?
Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me
I'm running like a plover
Now I'm prone to misery
The birthmark on your shoulder reminds me..." Ending Inkboinking with a representation of the agony that drove me back to making art. Love and identity struggle, and artistic representations of it. Call me by your name represents me in both Elio and Oliver in more ways that I can even think of. And Sufjan Stevens' magic added more value to it for me. This @inktober 's last prompt was perfect to pick this ripe peach!
Love is love is love y'all 🤘
Take it or leave it!
#inktober2019 #day31 #ripe #sufjanstevens
#cmbyn #peach #findme #andreaciman #love #unrequited #identitypolitcs #identitystruggle #sadart #badart
The original #Inktober2019 submission caption is in the alt.
I really really itching to redo the background.
OR MAYBE MAKE A COMPLEYE DO-OVER.
It bleeds more than the rainbow with everything's going on right now.
EVERYTHING is now up for sale.
Even the absence of existence.