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fickes · 3 days

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on working even when it's not working

#art #artists on tumblr #illustration #comic #cowboy #cartoon #sketchbook #horse #depression #queer artist #artist #traditional art #visual poetry #poem

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tanyaluca · 2 days

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April Window…by Tanya Luca

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asoftwrongness · 16 hours

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Starting now, spend $50 in my shop and receive free shipping!! Use discount code ASW50 at checkout. I sell giclee fine art collage prints on archival quality matte paper. Every purchase helps a starving artist stay afloat. (It’s me, I’m the artist and I’m very grateful for any and all support!!) Thank you 💙

#collage #visual poetry #colorful #maximalist decor #artists on tumblr #small artist

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grendel-menz · 2 months

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In the dark, the deer mistook my headlights for stars

#art #my art #comic #visual poetry #poetry #poem #illustration #traditional art #change #grief

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polyhedric-dimension · 9 months

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Who are you when you're not performing?

#collage #mixed media #poetry #visual poetry #visual writing #art #digital art #multimedia art #visualpoetry #collageart #quote #quotes

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zytes · 11 months

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look alive, sunshine

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steadfastpetrel · 1 year

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the sun mourns in vain for the white-throated rail: a comic about disability and the unwanted able-bodied grief for past selves.

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Page 1: The sun holds a white-throated rail, a bird with a red head, a gray body, and a white throat, in its hands. The sun speaks in a tone represented as sorrowful pity through a drippy speech bubble.

Sun: Looking at you makes me sad!

Rail: What?

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Sun: Looking at you makes me sad!

The sun stands with a hand clutching its face.

Sun: How miserable it must be to be flightless! Don’t you yearn for the skies? Don’t you wake up grieving you’re still on land?

Page 3: The white-throated rail looks down in frustration in the hand of the sun.

Sun: (speaking off screen) I’d simply perish if I were you!

The rail speaks, looking down. Pink flowers bloom towards the bottom of the page, petals and pollen blowing in the wind.

Rail: Why do you put your words in my beak and your grief in my feathers? Am I not beautiful?

Page 4: The bone of a white-throated rail is positioned against a colorful galaxy dotted with flecks of stars.

Rail: Am I not adaptability in action? Am I not evolution in motion? Do you mourn the days you weren’t a star? Do you mourn when the sky was cold, how unbearably hot you must burn to keep embracing it every day?

Page 5: The sun looks at the viewer.

Sun: Why would I? That was then, this is now. I am content to be in this state.

Page 6: The rail looks up at the sun off-screen.

Rail: Well…So am I.

#disability #disability comic #disability poetry #fibromyalgia #spoonie #spoon theory #ableism #poetry #comic #comics #visual poetry #cripple punk #chronic illness

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puesiria · 8 months

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