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✦ WILT ✦ // blue on blue companion piece to last month's spring demon for april's print club. sign up before the end of the month to get mail or check out the shop for prior designs!
i've decided that the mending on my fave hoodie can be a chaotic mess, but only if the thread more or less matches the fabric around it 💖✨️🧵🪡✨️💖
this thing's been w/ me since high school; one fateful birthday gift card led to the fuckin huge tie-dye rainbow spiral that i have been ever-so-lovingly fumigating over the past decade 🌬💕💕💕
The one bizarre thing to me about textiles is that warp-weighted weaving is at least 6500 years old, but our oldest knitted artifacts are only ~1000 years old, and crochet 200 years old. Even though you need less equipment to knit (two sticks) or crochet (one hook) compared to warp-weighted weaving (frame, loom weights, batting, heddles). Why the big gaps between these inventions? And why did each one appear and spread when it did?
This series is part of my BFA thesis, focusing on the mundane and 'boring' parts of transmasculine life. I love these boys! If you attended NCECA this year, you may have gotten a peek at my bathroom t-shot fellas.
Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.
my sad boy. he’s personal to me, but I love that he speaks to other people
there’s a few cracks ☹️ though honestly that seems like great symbolism
but his tattoos and piercings turned out great
and the back of his head is suitably horrible. I had originally covered his hands in blood but I wiped it back when I didn’t like it, and it turned into such a nice (and unplanned) effect to just have a little red staining his hands