i love graffiti. "comics and jazz are the only american art forms" you forgot graffiti. did you remember graffiti? That art form birthed in Philly and NYC in the early 70s by poor Black kids. that art form that spread all over the world and influenced so many. that's used without irony in commercials when they're trying to appeal to a "young urban" customer.

did you forget graffiti? that racism broken windows theory victim? that reach the establishment takes claiming that it's exclusively violent gang members throwing up those full-color pieces and wildstyle tags in the middle of the night outsmarting fifty security cameras because the billboard was ugly anyway. as if, even if it was, it wouldn't be impressive as all hell. risking brutality and fall damage so your art can occupy the space a gentrified condo named something like "Coluumna" took away from you. proving that despite only assholes affording to live here anymore there's still a soul beneath it. an animal with dripping stripes and teeth that go clack-clack tsssss

The Art of Recovery: Unveiling Hazelbrook Community's Healing Journey

In the wake of adversity, the human spirit unveils its resilience through various forms of expression. In the tranquil embrace of Hazelbrook Community, nestled amidst serene landscapes and gentle whispers of hope, the art of recovery takes center stage. Through creativity, unity, and unwavering determination, this community paints a masterpiece of healing—a testament to the power of solidarity and the transformative nature of art.

In the aftermath of challenges, Hazelbrook Community refused to succumb to despair. Instead, they turned to the canvas of collective strength, where every stroke symbolized a step towards recovery. Like skilled artisans, they sculpted their narrative of resilience, infusing colors of courage and perseverance into the fabric of their existence.

Art, in its myriad forms, became the guiding light through the darkest of times. From the rhythmic beats of drums echoing through the valleys to the delicate strokes of brushes on canvases, every expression served as a beacon of hope. Through community-driven initiatives, such as art workshops and collaborative projects, individuals found solace in shared experiences, transforming pain into purpose and adversity into art.

The healing journey of Hazelbrook Community transcended the boundaries of conventional therapy. It embraced the therapeutic potential of creativity, allowing emotions to flow freely and wounds to be acknowledged without judgment. Through dance, music, poetry, and visual arts, members of the community found sanctuary—a safe haven where vulnerability was celebrated and scars were honored as badges of resilience.

One cannot overlook the profound impact of art on mental well-being. It served as a conduit for self-expression, offering a sanctuary for the soul amidst the chaos of life's trials. In the gentle strokes of a paintbrush, individuals found catharsis; in the melodic notes of a song, they discovered solace. The art of recovery, therefore, is not merely a journey of physical healing but a profound exploration of the human spirit's capacity to overcome.

Beyond individual healing, Hazelbrook Community's embrace of art fostered a sense of belonging and camaraderie. Through collaborative projects and shared creative endeavors, bonds were forged, weaving a tapestry of interconnectedness and empathy. In the harmony of collective expression, wounds were not just healed but transformed into symbols of unity—a testament to the indomitable spirit of community.

As the sun sets on Hazelbrook Community's healing journey, the canvas of their existence bears the imprint of resilience and renewal. Scars may linger, but they are adorned with the colors of courage and the brushstrokes of hope. Through the art of recovery, this community has not only survived but thrived, emerging stronger and more united than ever before.

In the tapestry of life, Hazelbrook Community's story stands as a testament to the transformative power of art. It is a reminder that in the face of adversity, creativity becomes our greatest ally, and unity our most potent weapon. Through the art of recovery, they have painted a masterpiece—one that inspires and uplifts, reminding us all that healing is not just a destination but a beautiful, ongoing journey.

Did you know? Or did you forget? You can do whatever you want with your art. Put random scribbles wherever. Horizontal lines over your character. Add dots everywhere and on everything. Draw eyes different than the rest of the face. Change art styles halfway through. Cut and glue paper cutouts. Use paints and markers together. Use all the filters. Use photos on top to add texture.

You can do what you want. Like literally literally literally.

Add a rubber ducky in the corner for no reason, put text in different languages on the background, leave your handprints or wipe your fingers on the paper.

Go have fun now this stuff isn't meant to be stressful for you

december

IT'S FINALLY FUCKING DONE. I'M FINALLY FREE

UNTIL FRAUD COMES OUT

Tumblr shrinks it down pretty bad so please. please. I am begging you. look at the full sized image and zoom in. This art piece made my friends worried for my mental health I need someone to witness the amount of detail and effort I put into this

also the original sketch under the cut bc I think comparing them is really funny

so how about that update, huh

guard dog

mutt. (small explanation under the cut)

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so. a couple of lore things here.

Roba only took one of the blood vials before he went out to fight Price. But during Ghost's final interaction with Vernon, he smashes all of the remaining ones over the floor. When he finally killed Vernon, the impact of the blow splashed blood onto his hands, which he then used to a) slash Roba across the face and b) literally grab his tongue. So you can kind of assume that Roba's gotten a much much higher dose than he's supposed to safely take.

Also, his symptoms look pretty similar to the transformed state of Konig, no? Rabid, mindless, inability to talk, and most importantly, he's huge. I think my thought behind this is that the way the world used to be, monsters were way WAY larger than they are now. Roba was underselling it when he said that the vial "unlocks what is dormant" - probably a better description is that it strips away any hybrid's evolutionary 'safety cap' so to speak, in exchange for the original being's mind.

The healing and lasting love of a mom

it gets better

(credit to @ink-the-artist for the borzoi art <3 )

I am determined to find her. She is out there watching, waiting. I am longing, searching. We will meet, I manifest it.

Inspired by @wetheurban ✨