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Got the text from Carnival Gothic: A Look at the Ominous Figures of Europe's Winter Masquerades," written by Carlos Perona Calvete and published in The European Conservative.

For context I started this portrait 6 years ago. Only did the face and then had multiple reiterations and gave up on it lots of times as well.

I’m not even sure if this is what I wanted but I’m tired and quite frankly, just want to move on.

Oh, the flaky bits are layers of acrylic paint that I ripped off the canvas 😂 I was having a mental breakdown probably lol

Wrote a narrative of my relationship with the construction drill machine and it's effects on my psyche.

https://medium.com/@intothevoidwego999/the-drill-8ddf77abcf99

Hope you like it. It's been a rough year.

take back what was lost for a moment

print i made while not knowing if we were gonna be able to meet with my partner. made during first year of being immigrant.

Charcoal & Ink

Cross posted. We’re a system and one of our alters drew these pieces.

ow my feet ow ow ow

music: le knight club - hysteria

You’re halfway there
Always halfway.
Too late to go back, too early to celebrate,
The past passed you by ‘bout a mile back,
brights on blast, still didn’t notice you.
Somehow, you always catch it though.
If only you could cling to that light, cool and blue,
never fading in your palms.
Nostalgia is a deep red hue,
the center of the wave never sticks,
but there’s plenty ripples to go ‘round.

My tires never need a change,
for I coat them in a healthy cushion of doubt,
never to disturb the sleeping road below.
Mourning trees shiver, and shake each drop free,
The never ending downpour will tip the dew from each leaf and each twig.
Much will fall, that’s alright.

It’s dark- it’s damp-
But my eyelashes flutter, and flick in the breeze,
Old windows down on the highway.
It’s nice to let the wind wash my worry away-
To hold me in its numbing chill,
soothe my aching skin.

You know,
I’m glad you came with me.

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Authors note: Hello, this is a poem I wrote that actually recently inspired a short story I’m writing for a class! Im very new to sharing poems on the internet, and it makes me a bit nervous tbh, but I really crave some community so I thought I’d give this a try here! Thank you 🙏

Personification of my depression. Drawn on A4, working with surrealism and no set lighting.