I tried to imagine myself a long time ago, in the lands where these stories were first told, during the long winter nights perhaps, under the glow of the northern lights.
~Neil Gaiman~
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I want my regression to be happy but it happens most often when the emotional pain is far too much for myself to bare.
Big feelings make me smol... I just want to stop crying...
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Been having a bad day so i made comfort art starring my favorite elf. This made me feel so much better. This podcast means a lot and makes me smile listening to it. I feel comfortable to share my art with my fellow art bros.
Right before I hit a burnout
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Hidden Figures #1 (Wake by Richard Serra) || II.
Leaning into that feeling of minisculity I focused my poses on what the feeling would look like physically: I balled myself up and played with smaller poses accented by little angled touches for dimension. And in those poses, as I bent and stooped and balanced and shrunk, surrounded by these figures, the amount of space between myself and Wake's structures became even more noticeable.
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I felt like a small speck between the vastness of its walls,
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a tiny interloper between pieces and foundations that had stood together for decades.
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And all that space began to emphasize another feeling that was familiar....A feeling of
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isolation,
even in the presence of others.
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And in that moment, between these iconic structures rising in the center of Seattle, it was not lost on me that the feeling Wake's walls were stirring in me I'd experienced many times, not far from where I was standing...
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It was not lost on me that, similarly to the way I joined the structures of Wake, I've been allowed to be a part of the scenery of some of Seattle's groups, allowed to get close to the figures within it. But upon closer inspection, no matter how deeply I slunk myself into them, there were still gaps between myself and my fellow figures: social, emotional, cultural gaps that I couldn't seem to close.
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I may have arched and waved in ways similar to the shapes surrounding me, but my curves were still a little too rounded, my angles a little too sharp to fit into its storied pockets. I was still sticking out and felt it more and more, year after year.
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Kind of just wanna be taken care off 🥺
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I gotta be big but 'm feelin tiny so I'm pretending to be a secret agent! I gotta blend in with the adults and report my findings to my stuffies later! Stealth mode activated!!
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