Kiki Smith: ‘Constellation’ At Nelson-Atkins Museum Of Art (1996)

imagine ur living inside a tiny mushroom house... with a tiny chimney.... deep in the woods... no one knows u exist... u make soup in a tiny pot.....u are free

insta rotted my brain so bad that scrolling tumblr feels like dancing barefoot through a meadow

I have a lot of creative energy, yet I sit mindlessly scrolling through lobotomizing Instagram reels and TikToks. I've thought countless times about what to do about my restlessness, but I stay stagnant. I want to make something personal and honest with all of my favorite things. I worry if what I make will be enough for me, I doubt myself a lot but my contentment is getting harder to come by and I think I just need to do it

every time i start a new journal or any creative project i'm like, yeah i'm gonna do it pretty and neat and in a cohesive aesthetic because i always wanted to be the neat kid with the color-coded notes at school but i'm just not. when you go through my journals you can literally always see the point where i unravel back into the scrungly forest goblin that i am and it's so funny to me

[gripping the sink] perfectionism does not help me avoid embarrassment or shame. perfectionism is in itself a form of shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame

actually your thirties are your twenties and your twenties are extended teenage years

Jami Nakamura Lin, The Night Parade

Grietje Postma, 1992-I, woodcut

Ariana Papademetropoulos (Greek-American, b. 1990)

Celestial Penance, 2024

oil on canvas