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Haiku Bot is like a really young little sibling who parrots everything you say in hopes that you’ll laugh at it or praise them
Zac Oyama, the man that you are 😂
was gonna save this for pride month (i was probs an editor in my past life)
maybe we’ll meet at a bar, he’ll drive a funky car– wrong. he’ll be driving a funky off road wheelchair.
(i’m calling them cabincore duo from now on)
I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
love my pumpkin
scary my pumpkin
somebodys art school girlfriend
Brass ring of unimaginable swag, 2025 (reupload)
wip photos under the cut
I don't think anyone who reblogged the original post is going to see this but a couple of people asked how I made this so I just wanted to add these process shots here. I engraved the dragon with a micro drill/a rotary tool using a tiny ball burr!
The “Abbott Elementary” Cast Answers Burning Questions | IMDb
i may have had too much free time today 😅
(im honestly addicted to making sfth edits now)
i may have had too much free time today 😅
(im honestly addicted to making sfth edits now)
Blessing you all with my fantastic creation
What do you think god looks like
Everyone I've ever known
let’s hang on mama (of another species)
beetroots are red
fires are set
but what’s that i hear?
Tom playing a woman
Today’s gender is Tom Mayo playing women!
please those two guys kissing as soon as the camera panned on them during the habemus papam celebration...
you can go outside and hit things with a stick. it’s spring you can do anything
welcome to Baltimore
More Clarissa & Amanda !
moodboard
Frozen skrill
the brass ring of unimaginable swag, 2025
hey guys i made the tumblr default pfps but they're looking directly at you
something something bickering something something
FALL OUT GRRRRRL
happy holidays! have these dancing lads!
individual ones:
[Image ID: an animation of the four members of fall out boy dancing on a stage like peanuts characters. patrick is playing the piano, pete is moving his whole body left to right, joe is playing a red electric guitar and andy is moving his feet fast and looking left and right. below that there are the four guys but individually and with no background./.End ID]
currently thinking about the dance dance mv x I’m not okay mv crossover au. who would ask who to the dance?
I’ve never been a real star wars fan but the phantom menace came out when I was 6 and my older brother was 8 so we were absolutely among the target audience and we had toy light sabers & we spent a lot of time playing star wars but my brothers were anakin and obi wan etc. and my best friend was padmé which meant i had to come up with a star wars oc and since my brother was anakin i decided okay. i would be anakin’s sister.
i made up a backstory that i was his twin sister who also lived on tatooine and i also had latent force potential but qui gon and obi wan didn’t even try to meet me even when anakin mentioned me and they left me behind.
this was an utter betrayal to me obviously, like my brother got rescued and i got abandoned and i could have been him and i should have been him. i should’ve been at his side. i should have gotten training and all else. i should have been a jedi too.
but they didn’t even care to meet me. so i had this intense grudge against the jedi and i ended up developing my skills myself and then i grew up and got myself off tattooine and set out on a mission as a rogue force user to kill obi wan.
and 6 year old me really embodied that role. she felt that. so when I was like 25 & rewatched the original star wars trilogy for the first time since childhood, when obi wan came on I was like ugh. I hate that guy. and my friend was like “WHY?”
and I thought about it and realized it wasn’t actually his character. I was remembering my childhood self insert oc beef.
Like, sorry you wouldn’t get it but obi wan and I have history.