#my heart…

[doctorsiren]

For Valentines day...may I request Feenie and Dolly (Iris) art?

Please 🥺

they had lunch together everyday 🥺

#doctorsiren #ace attorney #phoenix wright #dahlia hawthorne #iris fey #feenie #feenris #ace attorney fanart #art #digital art #my art #fanart #procreate #i don’t think I think about that period of time enough #where it was Iris as Dahlia and she and Feenie were actually in love #like…ough #my heart… #happy valentine's day #early lmao but idc hehe

[tendermimi]

richard siken “driving, not washing” / benjamin 2018 / ilya kaminsky “while the child sleeps, sonya undresses”

#my heart… #ilya kaminsky #richard siken #crush #poetry #poem #writings #excerpts #words #benjamin 2018 #film #film stills #parallels #web weaving #was going to add that one scene from gods own country but i didn’t like the way it looked welp #on love #tenderness #heart full of tenderness

[zalimaaa]

#my heart… #Ya Allah reunite this mother with her children in Jannatul Firdous let them be happy together then to replace what they have been deprived #of in this dunya #palestine #*

[saintseiyasl]

By the way…

#is this right? #what DOES he mean?? 😭😭 #he thinks so well of sentarou 😔 #my heart… #and maybe a glimpse of how meguru perceives sentarou too #aahhhh #seiya says #daraku kazokuron

[kisasan]

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny swordsmith village arc #kny spoilers #muichiro tokito #tokito yuichiro #tokito twins #tokito brothers #tokito family #high pitched screaming #screaming crying throwing up #cries uncontrollably #crying my eyes out #my heart… #wtf ufotable #you will pay for my therapy #aaaaaa #cries into my hands #😭

[barbsart]

MARCELINE IS IT JUST YOU AND ME IN THE WRECKAGE OF THE WORLD THAT MUST BE SO CONFUSING FOR A LITTLE GIRL AND I KNOW YOU’RE GOING TO NEED ME HERE WITH YOU BUT I’M LOSING MYSELF AND I’M AFRAID YOU’RE GOING TO LOSE ME TOO

#adventure time #I’m watching it for the first time ever and AGHHHHDJDJDJS #my heart…

[catholickedd]

ily my dear friend <3

ily too <3333

#eli #my heart…

[jonathanbiers]

i hope people that read and leave kudos on more than one of my works in a day know that when i get the daily “you’ve got kudos!” email i am kissing them

#shut up larsen #someone read and left kudos on every one of my st fics and i’m going to kiss them #my heart…

[hgduo]

Holy fuck Leo almost died…

#my heart… #liveblog

[hyunjinspark]

hyunjin literally hinting that he was drunk at a trip skz went to and the kids teasing him about not remembering chan taking a picture of them a few days after chapter 10’s release i can’t 😭

i love that picture so much, please 😭 it was so funny in the birthday live when hyunjin mentioned he didn’t remember that picture being taken ☹️ and jisung and minho just having the hangover drinks 💀

drunk skz content ✨ top tier…

#imagining hyun being drunk #my heart… #he’s so fucking cute

[spooksier]

young artist posting your work online, heed my warning. im holding your face so gently in my hands, you have to stop caring about numbers right now and start caring about making the weirdest and most self-indulgent art you possibly can

#text! #idk the trend of twt artists pretending to be stealing their own art to get engagement rly broke my heart #like nooo!!! the joy of art is in the making!!!!! its not in the reaction!!

[hjarta]

#i have THREE confirmed hang outs this week. my heart is bursting 😭💗

[leiandroid]

"free palestine," he shouted until his last breath. aaron bushnell, we will never forget you.

as much as bushnell's actions has moved us all, please seek other ways to take actionable measures against the injustices we face in the world. none of us wanted him gone, and the least we can do is prevent another such tragedy by supporting each other in our efforts to enact lasting change.

#aaron bushnell #the boy with his heart on fire #this is in no way intended to glorify his actions #i do not condone self immolation as an act of protest but i cannot deny that it is something that causes an impact #and it has struck a chord within us all #we must not let his death be in vain #free palestine #my art #original

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

#shut up e #long post #Saturday thoughts #this has been in my drafts for a week haha #also this is the heart of why AI art feels so wrong #forget the discussion of copyright and theft etc - even if models were only trained on public domain they would still feel very wrong #because they’re not art. art is the labor of creation #even commercial art and art commissioned by the popes and kings of history: there is humanity in the labor of it #unrelated: I did not know living in the Bronx was now something to brag about. How the fuck do y’all New Yorkers afford this city???

[all-chickens-are-trans]

god i'm so tired of everybody's bad faith interpretations of everything. where's the trust. where's the forgiveness. where's the understanding that most things are complex and most people have many layers. and like the black eyed peas once said. where is the love

#find the love in your heart my folks #my posts

[the-dragon-girl-27]

It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.

Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.

you are greeted by...... her

#fairy vs walrus #walrus vs fairy #walrus #why is this so well textured its fucking shitpost art #like why cant i pull this off in my normal art it had to be the walrus fairy #meme art #things that would give people outside of tumblr a heart attack #maybe #has the fairy vs walrus debate breached containment yet #also that generic girl i drew ended up looking a lot like how i look irl (yes i look like an npc) #also that door is unreasonably large but i needed you to be able to see the walrus in all her glory #i wanted it to be bigger so you could see her wings #fairy walrus #dragon draws creatures