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New charms and mini sculpts plus a pair of gold lustre capped ceramic teeth on gold plated 21” and 22” necklaces now available at the Jonathon Bancroft-Snell Gallery! All work is under $100cad and starting at $25.
Domestic and International shipping available for all work seen after February 8th.
I also have many unsold pieces from my previous video post featuring other mini sculpts/charms available here!
Swing on by sometimes, they’re open every day of the week but Sunday! :-) 🏺🪴
rb to give your mutuals a silly little paper valentine card and a red heart shaped lollipop 💖
in absolute tears about the pride module at my work
Let's just say. My back is killing me baby
Not telling your kid they have a learning disability, chronic illness, mental illness etc. so they can “feel normal” actually does the opposite. They will not feel normal if they do not have the context to understand that their normal will be different from that of their peers.
People don't like to admit it bcs cringe or w/e but Homestuck really did revolutionize the webcomic as a storytelling medium and I am endlessly frustrated that before webcomic artists could really stretch our legs fucking webtoonz swooped in, set a new, more restrictive standard, and then monetized and monopolized the ever living fuck out of the concept of The Webcomic until it drove away anyone who couldn't be a professional quality manga artist for free, and now the only webcomics that actually feel like spiritual successors to Homestuck are so obscure they're basically cult classics that you have to beg people to read.
Like it's just so wild to be in high school and see Homestuck be like "we're using like fifteen different artistic mediums to tell this story bcs we can" and be really fucking inspired by that, only to grow up and see basically every webcomic ever have to conform to One Single Standard or fucking perish.
diagram of how i saw the twin fantasy cover for the longest time
He can still die
There's always that
no you don't get it I like superhero comics in a smart way. their long publication histories and self-conscious positioning as a deeply usamerican art form allows them to act as a fascinating time capsule for the cultural history of the united states. you pick up a superhero comic from even just a few decades ago and you get a snapshot into that time period's prevailing views on gender and race relations, nationalism, individualism, environmentalism, views on children, the contemporary relationship between writers/artists, their editors and the reading public, etc. and superhero franchises are so prevalent in usamerican children's media that they act as a shared cultural touchstone of childhood on a scale that few other things do, which results in them being loaded with all these frenetic youth interpretations that are later canonized as young readers become adult writers. it's the adolescence of a thousand people that has since become the thought experiment of a thousand adults. it fascinates me. also it has people in themed skintight spandex/leather outfits beating the shit out of each other which I like for sex pervert reasons
funeral procession (miss you forever) I - IV, 2024, oil pastel on paper.
drawings of photos from the 99 highway in my home province of British Columbia during the past three years of driving up and down from city to town at midnight to catch planes to get to funerals.
They were connected by the back of the head
They had a conduit
Their minds were the same
Earlier this week in my Drawing l class, we had to draw six hands in various poses for the homework. The day of critique, we all put up our drawings, and the professor began the crit, particularly noting whether or not the anatomy of each person's drawing seemed correct.
He gave the usual spiel about how the fingers are equal to the length of the palm, so on and so forth. But he stopped mid explanation to caution against taking his word too seriously, because apparently years ago, someone came to class with a drawing of hands which had very very stubby thumbs. As he phrased it, he "laid into" the student in criticism of the stubbiness and incorrectness of the thumbs, just absolutely eviscerating her drawing.
When he was finished speaking the student held up her hand. She had a stubby thumb. Probably a minor birth defect or lost in an accident of some kind.
The poor professor explained that he was obviously horrified with himself, and now he clarifies with every class he teaches that anatomy guidelines are helpful, general suggestions, not rules.
I want to tell a story to the artists and would-be artists out there.
When I was 19, I made a large oil painting of the nerd I would eventually marry. I poured all my attention and care into this painting. It's the only art I have from back then that still holds up as a work I'm proud of today.
I entered it into a judged show at the local art center. It got an honorable mention. I went to see the show with my beloved model. One of the judges came up to talk to me, and highlighted that all the judges really liked the painting. It would have placed, except, you see, the feet were incorrect. They were too wide and short, and if I just studied a bit more anatomy-
I called over my future wife, and asked her to take off her shoe. Being already very used to humoring me, she did. The judge looked at her very short, very wide little foot. Exactly as I'd lovingly rendered it. I would never edit her appearance in any way.
The judge looked me in the eye, and to his credit, he really looked like he meant it when he said "Oh I'm so sorry."
Anyways the moral of the story is that all of those anatomy books that teach you proportions are either showing you averages, or a very specific idea of an idealized body. Actual bodies are much more varied than that.
So don't forget to draw from observation, and remember that humans aren't mass produced mannequins. Delight in our variation. Because it's supposed to be there.
I think people who consider aromanticism as "basically straight" underestimate how noticeable absence can be to those around you.
Whether you're a kid in school with classmates who won't take "no one" as an answer to who you have a crush on or an adult whose coworkers have picked up on the fact that you've never mentioned a romantic partner; after enough time, a lack or insufficient amount of romantic interest will raise the antennae of friends, family, coworkers, etc... They will notice and they will speculate and they will ask.
It is impossible to meet the societal bar for straightness through inaction.
for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits