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I'm not entirely sure what exactly I was feeling when creating this, I just wanted to express that complexity of flowing emotions inside of myself and how they correspond and resonate with each other, how the good and the bad both "flow" both being one and the same at times, and the "wings" I did, I guess it was moreso releasing the emotions that held on to the past and using that to "fly". The resting thoughtful pose I chose is about still being deep in thought about the future of taking a break before "flying" off into the unknown, apologies about any inconsistencies it's my first time ever making an art post like this and trying to express myself about the piece, I just really how I created this one.

The evil eye is an ancient, supernatural belief that a malevolent or envious glare—often born from jealousy—can inflict harm, bad luck, or misfortune upon the person being looked at.

Rooted in history as far back as 3,000 B.C., the concept spans thousands of cultures across the Mediterranean, Middle East, and Asia. The superstition warns that when someone gazes at your success, wealth, or good fortune with envy, they unintentionally or intentionally project negative energy your way. In many traditions, children, pregnant women, and the highly successful are considered the most vulnerable.

I painted this cyclops lady inspired by browsing on Pinterest.

It doesn't lay to my body right but thats ok. First time doing something like this.

Every new body of work begins with a question.

“Working the Blade” (11” x 14” Acrylic on Canvas) is the next progression of two series that have become central to my work as a painter: “Hands that Feed Us” and “Nocturne”. This new series is called: “Every Sunrise Has a Price”.

“Hands that Feed Us” explored the lives of migrant agricultural farm workers—the people whose labor sustains us but who are often invisible. “Nocturne” turned inward, examining solitude, vulnerability, and the quiet psychological spaces that exist after dark.
“Every Sunrise Has a Price” brings those ideas together.
I am interested in painting the people society depends upon while pretending they don’t exist. Sex workers occupy one of those uncomfortable spaces in American life. They are judged, desired, protected, exploited, condemned, and ignored, often all at the same time.
These paintings are not about sensationalism or moral judgment. They are about labor, dignity, survival, and the complex humanity of people whose lives are rarely examined beyond stereotype.

As with my previous work, my goal is not to tell viewers what to think. It is simply to ask them to look.

- Michael James

The whole point is to show men are like products that are readily consumed by society. If that existed every bottle would say, "Warning may be toxic." Labeling every man as possibly toxic for being mascluine, creating a stigma against medically perscribed 'Toxic Masculinty.' Although this bottle is labeled toxic, it isn't. It's just a frightned, naked young man who wants nothing more than to escape the bottle and not be consumed by society. We're bred for consumption.

Byw: I took a shower back in 2020, and took a few picturews of myself naked cradling myself on the floor. This drawing is based off of those pictures. During that time I was very hairy, and I think that fits the drawing a lot because it gives the impression the young man has been in the bottle for a while. Bred to be consumed.

Hey! I’m working on a childrens book about a witch learning to fly. I’d really love some critique if anyone has any thoughts!

My Wiring in My Head. By Me. Neil 'Reaper' Glover. 2026. Acrylic on Canvas.

This is my first ever piece. I suffer with Depression, Anxiety, and BPD and thought I'd start using art as a means, like everybody else, to express myself.

I had fun with this

Our ancestors tell us that any being with sufficient understanding of the universe can create whatever they desire, as if they were a god.

 

For this purpose, human beings possess a formidable mind, but we are limited by primitive forms and senses that only reveal the surface of reality and anti-reality. This often leads to misinterpretations, requiring colossal efforts to understand even the slightest complexity.

Time is also unhelpful, for at the beginning of our existence, it claims every instant for itself and never returns it, ultimately keeping everything we could have learned.

Therefore, for the expansion of human knowledge, it is necessary that the knowledge accumulated by an individual in their lifetime be transmitted to another. This is inefficient and does not guarantee that the learner will achieve an intelligence superior to that of the master, or that there will be a willingness to exchange critical information.

 

However, there is an extreme method, which I don't know if it can be replicated. And I was able to play the part:

One day, in what seemed like a dream, I found myself in a strange place, and that creature appeared. In an instant, it materialized before me a magnificent creation: it was pure beauty, accompanied by pure terror. I couldn't move, I was paralyzed, and then, just after, I saw eternity, and understood absolutely everything.

The discovery brought me death. Although that didn't prevent me from waking up, again.

 

Eternals, Chapter I,

Discovery.

Pastel on cardboard.

Yıl 2022