digital collage, 2024 ft. acrylic & glitter on stretched canvas, 2018
Fix (warning: substances, abuse, enslavement, self harm, suicidal ideation)
Pile up my substances
I want control
Obey my captors
The same old, same old
Countless masters I serve
Superficial reality
Rinse and repeat
Lies I tell myself to fall asleep
Cut up my willpower
And sell it to a fallacy
I want my life back
Tell me it’s not too late
Don’t want to say goodbye
Sick of paying for mistakes
acrylic on stretched canvas, 2024
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Untitled (warning: gore, war)
Metallic petrichor grows into my lungs
As reverse-aged wine flows into a blood sea.
Trauma stains the Earth,
Unresolved cruelty bleeding
Into the forest floor.
The moss cannot process fast enough,
Becoming a crimson-dyed carpet,
Sponging out vermillion blood.
Reblogging my art with folk songs I feel are fitting part 2
after “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller (warning: violence)
Heliotropic soul who smells of spring.
Sunshine hair with gold-leafed summer irises,
Bright, shining from alabaster flesh.
Chiseled hands over carved wood,
Sinew-plucked strings.
They would never draw blood.
Winter is a minimalist,
Warmed by our roseate love,
Thawed anew.
Trick or treat :3
“Rules of Cats” by Elise Bainbridge (photo taken at Frist Art Museum 9-21-24)
[Requesting text ID]
“Prairie Winds,” acrylic & glitter on stretched canvas, 2023
Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints
I Spy Shadow Box, art camp 2024
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Hallway (warning: horror, death, blood, gore, violence)
The PA system boomed
“They’ve made it into the school.
Lock and barricade your current room.”
I was in the hallway.
A stampede of bodies arose,
Living turning to dead to decompose.
Frightened and running through pools,
Slipping on blood in the hallway.
Beings crammed behind doors,
Quasi train cars as hopeful shields from doom.
Fearful faces cowered from windows,
Hiding from monsters in the hallway.
The growls approached.
The claws made their presence known.
Limbs and organs covered the floor.
The monsters were hungry for more than those in the hallway.
moodboard: autistic bi nb man rupert giles