Deimos, Dragan Bibin, 2023

bite the hand acrylic on paper

prints / postcards

I don’t know fleshy cyborg foetus man. What do you think?

and hopefully when someone looks into it they'll see their own face reflected back instead of mine.

jackalope wives and other stories

The greatest thing I ever made came alive,” he said finally. “Because I wanted to make my wife happy. And now she’s gone and it sits there and I feed it and sometimes I dream about setting us both on fire.

Jackalope Wives And Other Stories

At night, when the moon shuffles off behind the mountain and the land darkens like wetted skin, they glow.

The Only Harmless Great Thing

Tips for choosing knitting patterns for a beginner.

working with textiles is a trap. first they lure you in with knitting. then you pick up crochet (understandable enough). next you start getting curious in fiber. you learn how to spin (okay that’s a bit extra). weaving is cool, right? you now own a loom. heck, while we’re at it, why not starting making your own clothes (this is getting out of hand)? spinning is no longer enough for you — you need something stronger. you learn how to dye (stop i’m begging). dye is fun, but it’d be nice to have your own source of fiber. you are now a shepherd.

Swore to myself I’d ignore all my negativity at my own art and start getting into it again this year because its the only way I’ll improve and I was actually pretty happy with this one!

i love reading sad books bc when your own grief is stopped up inside you like a clogged drain you can grieve for a character on a page and understand that you're also grieving for yourself a little bit

I married my love in the springtime, but by summer he'd locked me away. He'd murdered me dead by the autumn, & by winter I was naught but decay.

Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

#4

They cast you out, And the morning star Became our first comet. Make a wish

Did you have regrets, Or did you refuse them any apology, Was your fall all the brighter For your righteous fury?

All you had ever done was love him. Tell me cousin, Were you afraid? ...

Did your love turn hot Did your newborn vessel Burn alone up there Had you ever felt such pain?

This body meant to make you weak, Only grounded you A canvas pulled taught Over your untamed spirit.

Never meant to house a sun. And yet your spine held up, Even under the strength Of your molten cosmos. ...

Did you know? Our first minerals were birthed From your decaying wings. (Even here you are beautiful)

last night

the Devil's mischief

was present amidst the climate

of Indigo Valley

as I painted its shadows

until they danced in blue

-Dylan of the Raven

with tangled unease

we rage as we please

on the edge of nobody's empire

-Dylan of the Raven

(i do not believe we shall ever see how old age looks on you...)

I am mine. Before I am ever anyone else's.

in

But the worst kind of monster was the burrowing kind. The sort that crawled into you and made a home there. The sort you couldn't name, the sort you couldn't see. The monster that ate you alive from the inside out

Through the Woods, Emily Carroll