Likes: terrorizing mortals; libraries; serious eyeshadow; chain wallets; suspiciously lifelike marble statues
Dislikes: people who aren't statues yet; bros; Perseus
The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze
I know that feel, Painting Lady.
My bus ride to and from work every day.
They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.
Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE
Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.
She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.
Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.
What an insufferable dick.
“Bat-Woman” (1890) by Albert Penot (1862-1930)-
The Dream of Queen Catherine, Henry Fuseli (1781)
In which an airborne stream of naked ladies arise in a glowing cloud and tell Catherine, “Girl, get it”
Gustav Klimt, Farm Garden with Sunflowers, c.1912
It has come to my attention today that the Tabao shop Six Two Two is selling various pins/badges with my art work printed on them. Along with a few other artists designs. They have not been given permission to do so and this is considered art theft.
I strongly urge all of my followers who are interested in my art to reblog this post to help spread awareness. I can only speak for my artwork itself, but I know there are other artists who have had their art stolen from this same seller. I have contacted the shop and requested they remove the items for sale.
It really hurts at the core of my heart to see that all the hours and imagination that I’ve poured into my own little world be turned around and made profit from; when I myself struggle to live off of my art. I created this artwork for others to share, enjoy; but not steal.
But regardless of this misfortune, I want to thank all of my followers who have been supporting my passion throughout the years. It means a lot to me that the illustrations I create can inspire so many people ♡
I don’t get why the fact that texts need to evolve and be constantly re-imagined by new audiences is such a hard concept to grasp? When it comes to the consumption of stories, authorial intent is not sovereign. I mean, just because a story is sacred does not automatically make the hand that penned it sacred as well. Creators are human too and they’re not always going to grasp the full weight their texts carry. The consumption of a story is not a triangular dynamic between author, text and reader, it’s a binary relationship between text and reader. What’s important isn’t what the writer meant, what’s important is what is what the story means to you, your point of connection or entry into any given text, how you interpret it. And…that’s not a bad thing? It’s empowering and it’s refreshing and it encourages freshness of thought, originality of interpretation. Trying to shut it down is not only anathema to the diversity that makes literary discussion interesting, it’s also likely to ensure that your beloved texts sit collecting dust on your shelves for a long time, because no new readers are going to come along to attempt to connect with them.
Literary criticism 101
I love how for all intensive purposes Johnny Slut should have been the most useless person in the band but if you ever hear them live he’s the one adding most of 80s pizzaz to the songs.
When I heard he taught himself to play using stickers on the keyboard I laughed, but to be honest, it highlights how gutsy he was.
That’s how they start kids out in a lot of systems. But see, that’s pretty impressive to me because kids are tiny knowledge sponges and it’s a lot easier for them to pick up things, especially music and language. For grownups it’s harder.
It really is, especially if we’ve grown up and have all those fears and inadequacies…overcoming the fear of failure is one of the most difficult-to-impossible things I can think of, once it’s internalized. Some people do get to adulthood without it being deeply ingrained, fortunately for them. I am not one of them, so I often perceive musicians’ and artists’ success stories as tales of guts and bravery, since I can see that regardless of any talents I might have, I wouldn’t have had the nerve to fail repeatedly until I got good something, like they obviously have.
Haunted Mansion sketch by Marc Davis for the Panther Woman changing portrait.
[Painting of three ladies in a blue, yellow, and red dress respectively, dancing in a circle on a hill while their clothes begin to spontaneously fly away]
Franz Stuck - Sounds of Spring (1910)
I’m pretty sure this is documentation of the opening celebrations of the Great Festival of the secretive Siouxsie/Lydia cult
Sidney Harold Metyard
Hope, Love comforting, 1901
“Now Cupid, I’ve told you again and again that the ‘friend zone’ is merely a misogynist construct.”
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