Tried A More Experimental Style With My Fall Exchange For @lav-ende !! Bit Rough And Raw For The Vibez

I have a fondness for graffiti, the tags that crop up around your street, the names you see over and over. It’s like hello stranger. I don’t know you, but I’ve seen your name on postboxes my whole life. I know you print your own stickers and believe in aliens. Sometimes I’ll be on the other side of town and see a tag that’s local to my parents house and I think, oh it’s you! Still carving your name into bus shelter glass. I love the sharpie scrawled blabber and the toilet stall drama, the nick is a bitch doodled on a fence post.

When I was a kid someone had spray painted miss piggy on the side of a bridge that we would pass to get to my grandmas house. I loved her, I used to make my parents drive back around so I could see her if I forgot. One day when I was older they sandblasted piggy away and I was pretty sad. She wasn’t hurting anyone, she was just the little guardian of the bridge.

I was reminded of miss piggy recently when a new piece appeared on my bus route from college. Scratched in white paint over brick it said ‘Why Not?’. Everyday I would get on my bus in the dark and I would travel for an hour and everyday I would think, I can’t do this. And then I would see the tag I would feel a little bit less alone, like at least someone is out there and wants me to be brave. And I would, every day, even though it was the most depressed and anxious point my life.

Suddenly cave paintings made sense to me. Living alone in a world where you know there are others, but you don’t know where they are or how to find them. And then you see a painting of a bear on a cave wall and think yes. People have touched here.

My point is, even if you sandblast, paint over, fine and erase you can’t take away the fact that we are all just humans living together in a mess of colour and language. All throughout our existence too. I think it’s pretty cool.

While I’m around can we have a moment to look at the start of my digital art journey in 2016 and where I’m at now fhfgnjfsj

If it’s find with you could you do bi Aaron and bi kevin. I saw your disaster bi kevin and loved the meme you added btw 😂. Then itsparked in my mind kevaaron!

Tjffkdkdksk sure! I can do kevaaron as my piece tomorrow if ya like!

Riko can have a little punch in the mouth, as a treat

May as well pop this here too!!

Okay! This started as band au andrew but I got into the vibes and now I have a new oc boy

We love a bit of a disaster bi Kevin day heheh 🌈

Me, You, and the Multiverse for the @aftgexchange and @helplesshobo

Talia tentatively reached out to take the book from Ray’s hand. “Thank you,” she said.

Ray recognised the tone of her voice. It was the same tone Ray had heard in Kevin, in Aaron, in herself. It was a tone built from years of abuse, of being so used to pain and numbness that even a glimmer of kindness seemed like an oasis. A torturous hallucination that would only bring more pain, and yet you still walk to that oasis anyway. Even though you knew it wasn’t real, that the hallucination wouldn’t last, you couldn’t help but want it anyway.

And now Talia was looking at Ray like she could fix all of the world’s problems. Like she was her answer.

Ray knew she wasn’t anyone’s answer, certainly not Talia’s, but she found her own oasis of warmth in her chest, and she couldn’t quite ignore it. It had dug its roots in, and it was here to stay.

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

Watching my ipad replay videos on my art and bruh this shit looks exhausting I just redrew Neil’s eyes EIGHT TIMES fjfkdkss is this bitch okay