Textile fragment

Coptic Egypt, 3rd–4th century

Source: The Metropolitan Museum of Art (89.18.5)

You are doing okay. Just breath.

Ocean Park, Washington. (January 2022)

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reposting some of my personal favorite art I’ve done after accidentally deleting my main blog.

this is my new main until further notice

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morning finishing some translations & listening to my new playlist 🥀

it’s remarkable how much money you can save by not leaving the house and not eating and not moving

parent-child dynamics are soooo crazy. i love you i resent you i can't stand you i adore you i pity you. and still watching your hair get a little more grey every time i see you makes my stomach feel weird

edvard munch

Otto Rasim - Winter day (1935)

In Aeschylus, Cassandra screams in translation. She is a noble Trojan, now enslaved by the Greeks, and the house she is dragged to is a horror. She stands in the doorway and screams the unspeakable future: the house is lit red with blood, she forsees it, she cries out her own death. Actually we should say that Cassandra screams outside of language. The scream is to gash the fabric of normal life, to rend it into strange tatters. Then it is open to prophecy. Then Cassandra lives in the own future.

—Selby Wynn Schwartz, After Sappho

I Want You To Quiet Down by Patrica Grullon

2011, acrylic and ink on wood

This got taken down for violation, even though it’s a perfect example of what is supposedly allowed. So I’ll put it back up for the three minutes it’ll be allowed up. 😴

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"Solidarity with the Palestinian people" East Germany stamp.

My caryatid illustration just turned four years old?? I cannot believe this 😭🥰