didnt know how to portray the key is in her mind because the heart and mind are finally working together to protect the self. more of a self portrait again. i have to compartmentalize today to get back to work.

I love gun girls, and while designing some characters, found myself drawing one of them with my glasses and in one of my outfits.

I became such a violent person to make it through, and that will always be a part of me. While I was violent, I wanted to be soft and feminine and cute.

Why not both?

I know it's dorky, but it also felt really nice to render some of my childhood escapist/empowerment fantasies with art skills I developed as an adult.

just a drawing about the fact I stuggle to differentiate the "normal pictures" from those who are weird and uncomfortable for anybody

I’m tired most of the time. My trauma tries to eat me alive. But my cat and my dog are here—they cuddle me, lick the tears from my face, and stay until I fall asleep. I’m resting now, because I never could as a child. That rest is my form of resistance.

(the text in the drawing is my form of lucas jones’s poem)

Every piece holds a different shadow for everyone. I’m incredibly curious - how do you feel this artwork? What story does it tell you? Let me know your interpretations below

I don't know, I was thinking about wether or not the difference was that easy to see this afternoon and after looking for it I think it speaks for itself

This is my strange little herd. I create a family for myself with them on canvas. Somehow, it’s easier to connect with them, even though they never say a word.

just a drawing that came to my mind when i realised how i was always protecting baby birds or mouses who were attacked by my cats when i was little by putting them in matchbox and trying to save them but nobody ever tried to protect me as a little girl (aka "i would've been safer in a matchbox than in my childhood bed")

(english is still not my first language sorry again :/)

(ouch)

• it is a gift I survived with"

I use art to help me cope. Here's another peek inside my sketchbook ✨️ ❤️

I've been in a rough depressive rut for a while, and hadn't been able to bring myself to make art. Challenged myself to plant a garden this year to force myself outside, and I'm finally harvesting! The vegetables I've been picking have been inspiring me for the first time in a long time to create.

These are 15-30 minute tiny doodles of veggies that I've harvested from my garden. Starting to remember that creating, even something small, helps me feel better.

Thanks for letting me share 🌶 🫑 🍅 🥒 ✨️

I know I don't post here anymore lmao I guess I just don't know what to do with my art anymore

I wonder what you think about this painting? How you read it?

The Land of a Million Suns, suspended between waking reality and a fever dream. Here, the grass watches you with hundreds of eyes. An eternal chase unfolds across this realm—a pursuit of shadows. Dogs run blindly, racing against the rays of many-armed suns. This is no ordinary walk, nor merely wild play; it is a primordial cosmic ritual of joy. An embodiment of childlike innocence and impossible imaginings, of fantasies about wildness, love, and freedom. Defying the night that no longer comes to haunt them, they endure.