I have an illustration up over at Modern Farmer! For an article about the dark side of community gardening. Many thanks to Jake Swearingen at ModFarm for a very fun commission! :)
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aw snap yo! i’ve got a comic coming out in this, and i got to draw the cover! :)
Once you start staring at a lot of horse photos, you start to realize how deeply disturbing horses’ faces are.
Things are kinda tough right now in my personal life, but art things seem to be going quite nicely. Lots of jobs I’m working on! Busy, bit stressed, overtired, but oddly happy. I think I’m improving more and more every day.
I’m very appreciative of every like, reblog, commission, nice note, etc. <3 <3
"self portrait with tinnitus"
me: my ears have been stuffed up all day, but now are a little less stuffed. now it sounds like the ocean in one ear
me: a little unnerving
Natalie: but maybe peaceful!
me: peaceful and eeire
me: bc i know it is the sounds of fluids in my body
me: which we never usually hear
Natalie: the ear turned in to the whirlygig of organs
The strangled goddess gives birth to a stone every morning.
She favors offerings of dessicated food, that which is beyond rot, beyond putresence. But peace will do in a pinch.
You probably already know her by another name.
'Stay Stay Stay' for Tapestry
I probably don’t have to tell you that this one is more personal than usual. It’s always a weird sort of thing to do art about your significant other, even more so when you’re in a rough spot with them — and especially when it’s about something as tricky as depression. But when I nervously told my guy I was thinking of transmogrifying all the weird tangled ball of icky love and anger and confusion that I’ve been chewing on for a while, and that said transmogrifying involved turning him into the literal Black Dog, he gave me the go ahead.
A friend of mine told me about an exercise his therapist gave him, where he had to describe his depression. Thinking of it as a smoky, weighty fog rather than just this nebulous, invisible force, gave him a little bit of a toehold in pinning the beast down and starting to deal with it. This is much the same.
I definitely want to emphasize that I’m not trying to make any broad statements about How To Handle Mental Health Issues In Your Relationship; this is just me stumbling and lurching on my particular little path. The guy and I are grappling in the muck right now, but I don’t think we’re fighting each other so much as trying to keep each other afloat. But sometimes a drowning person panics, and pushes the other down. We’ll see.