egochild, the bard
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creating conceptual work as i gather up the pieces of my old lives. one day i shall rise like a phoenix.
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'It's lonely at the top... bring a friend!'
I lead a life of blissful solitude for now. I sometimes forget to call, but it's getting easier these days. Sending the energy of love and play to you today.
#spiritualart #mixedmedia #doodle #inkdrawing #ndartist #queerartist #outsiderart #folkartist
I lead a life of blissful solitude for now. I sometimes forget to call, but it's getting easier these days. Sending the energy of love and play to you today.
#spiritualart #mixedmedia #doodle #inkdrawing #ndartist #queerartist #outsiderart #folkartist
March 28, 2025 at 12:45 PM
'It's lonely at the top... bring a friend!'
I lead a life of blissful solitude for now. I sometimes forget to call, but it's getting easier these days. Sending the energy of love and play to you today.
#spiritualart #mixedmedia #doodle #inkdrawing #ndartist #queerartist #outsiderart #folkartist
I lead a life of blissful solitude for now. I sometimes forget to call, but it's getting easier these days. Sending the energy of love and play to you today.
#spiritualart #mixedmedia #doodle #inkdrawing #ndartist #queerartist #outsiderart #folkartist
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You spoke of abandoning your stance,
of becoming the remedy to halt the bleeding at once.
Feigning escape from the mundane,
we strip each other of words that wound,
clutching at them as if they were worth keeping,
convincing ourselves it must be so.
#Art
#Surreal
#Mixedmedia
:Alive installation:
of becoming the remedy to halt the bleeding at once.
Feigning escape from the mundane,
we strip each other of words that wound,
clutching at them as if they were worth keeping,
convincing ourselves it must be so.
#Art
#Surreal
#Mixedmedia
:Alive installation:
February 26, 2025 at 10:00 AM
You spoke of abandoning your stance,
of becoming the remedy to halt the bleeding at once.
Feigning escape from the mundane,
we strip each other of words that wound,
clutching at them as if they were worth keeping,
convincing ourselves it must be so.
#Art
#Surreal
#Mixedmedia
:Alive installation:
of becoming the remedy to halt the bleeding at once.
Feigning escape from the mundane,
we strip each other of words that wound,
clutching at them as if they were worth keeping,
convincing ourselves it must be so.
#Art
#Surreal
#Mixedmedia
:Alive installation:
'Laika's Comet' - ink and colored pencil
To Our Patron Saint of One-Way Trips. Did you know her true cause of death wasn't revealed until 2002? One must wonder what other truths remain unbeknownst to us.
#outsiderart #ndartist #queerartist #mixedmedia #illustration #inkdrawing #dogart
To Our Patron Saint of One-Way Trips. Did you know her true cause of death wasn't revealed until 2002? One must wonder what other truths remain unbeknownst to us.
#outsiderart #ndartist #queerartist #mixedmedia #illustration #inkdrawing #dogart
March 27, 2025 at 1:39 PM
'Laika's Comet' - ink and colored pencil
To Our Patron Saint of One-Way Trips. Did you know her true cause of death wasn't revealed until 2002? One must wonder what other truths remain unbeknownst to us.
#outsiderart #ndartist #queerartist #mixedmedia #illustration #inkdrawing #dogart
To Our Patron Saint of One-Way Trips. Did you know her true cause of death wasn't revealed until 2002? One must wonder what other truths remain unbeknownst to us.
#outsiderart #ndartist #queerartist #mixedmedia #illustration #inkdrawing #dogart
'A Humbler Man' - ink and graphite
Proud of the growth it took to create a piece like this. I psychically walk alongside St Augustine through this journey, the path to unknowable betterment.
#personalgrowth #spiritualart #ndartist #queerartist #mixedmedia #comicspoetry #inkdrawing #illustration
Proud of the growth it took to create a piece like this. I psychically walk alongside St Augustine through this journey, the path to unknowable betterment.
#personalgrowth #spiritualart #ndartist #queerartist #mixedmedia #comicspoetry #inkdrawing #illustration
March 27, 2025 at 2:14 AM
'A Humbler Man' - ink and graphite
Proud of the growth it took to create a piece like this. I psychically walk alongside St Augustine through this journey, the path to unknowable betterment.
#personalgrowth #spiritualart #ndartist #queerartist #mixedmedia #comicspoetry #inkdrawing #illustration
Proud of the growth it took to create a piece like this. I psychically walk alongside St Augustine through this journey, the path to unknowable betterment.
#personalgrowth #spiritualart #ndartist #queerartist #mixedmedia #comicspoetry #inkdrawing #illustration
Reposted by egochild, the bard
Reposted by egochild, the bard
Trans writers and artists: we want to highlight your work! FORGE's new Trans Survivors zine will uplift a range of creations from trans and nonbinary community members around themes of mental health, trauma, and healing. Share your work! forge.tips/zine
![[Image: Text on a pale purple background with suqares of pink and yellow squiggles. Text "Call for submissions: Trans Survivors Healing in Action. digital zine; poetry, art, and short fiction/nonfiction; submit through April 15; $25 contributor payment. forge.tips/zine." FORGE logo.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:c2dts77pg55jgwjjbt73tlzt/bafkreiazj74ephfmf73i54lg6idtux66cjcaxvtcory6e5dxooygkqe6oa@jpeg)
March 22, 2025 at 12:00 PM
Trans writers and artists: we want to highlight your work! FORGE's new Trans Survivors zine will uplift a range of creations from trans and nonbinary community members around themes of mental health, trauma, and healing. Share your work! forge.tips/zine
to die for one's cause is beautiful, stupid, and makes for great content!
on having sacrificed my authentic voice to appeal to the desires of others. 'twas a noble cause, but i've paid for it dearly. self-immolation won't be my response to postmodern treachery.
#illustration #transart #pyromancy
on having sacrificed my authentic voice to appeal to the desires of others. 'twas a noble cause, but i've paid for it dearly. self-immolation won't be my response to postmodern treachery.
#illustration #transart #pyromancy
March 20, 2025 at 1:27 AM
to die for one's cause is beautiful, stupid, and makes for great content!
on having sacrificed my authentic voice to appeal to the desires of others. 'twas a noble cause, but i've paid for it dearly. self-immolation won't be my response to postmodern treachery.
#illustration #transart #pyromancy
on having sacrificed my authentic voice to appeal to the desires of others. 'twas a noble cause, but i've paid for it dearly. self-immolation won't be my response to postmodern treachery.
#illustration #transart #pyromancy
what i find so beautiful about healing is that it is cyclical. i had been telling myself similar sentiments for weeks when i came across this note from last summer. each time i remind myself of my strength, it returns more palpably than ever felt.
#traumahealing #journaling #mindfulness
#traumahealing #journaling #mindfulness
March 19, 2025 at 12:55 PM
what i find so beautiful about healing is that it is cyclical. i had been telling myself similar sentiments for weeks when i came across this note from last summer. each time i remind myself of my strength, it returns more palpably than ever felt.
#traumahealing #journaling #mindfulness
#traumahealing #journaling #mindfulness
race to the womb, a playful look at the intricacies of intimacy. the odds of our own existence are astounding, i could never take this for granted.
#illustration #existentialart #mysticart #coloredpencil #markerart #gratitude #spirituality
#illustration #existentialart #mysticart #coloredpencil #markerart #gratitude #spirituality
![The back of the illustration contains a handwritten note written in rainbow-colored pencil. It reads: “[Race to the Womb] May 29, 2024.” Below, the question “Or are we merely traveling upstream?” is written, followed by “And if so, why do we go?” The paper has ink bleed from the medium.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:fjyqbywjlva2exgoktuk3blo/bafkreicsrqexsoj3wqjint7cfv3rfn6lp4tzbxktfub6uesuahrahowtzi@jpeg)
March 17, 2025 at 4:29 PM
race to the womb, a playful look at the intricacies of intimacy. the odds of our own existence are astounding, i could never take this for granted.
#illustration #existentialart #mysticart #coloredpencil #markerart #gratitude #spirituality
#illustration #existentialart #mysticart #coloredpencil #markerart #gratitude #spirituality
a new process came to me after lingering on hildegard of bingen's body of work. i start from the center, then expand outward however my vessel decrees. there are more of these, which i will share in due time.
#inkdrawing #abstractart #mysticart
#inkdrawing #abstractart #mysticart
March 14, 2025 at 3:19 PM
a new process came to me after lingering on hildegard of bingen's body of work. i start from the center, then expand outward however my vessel decrees. there are more of these, which i will share in due time.
#inkdrawing #abstractart #mysticart
#inkdrawing #abstractart #mysticart
heal, toe
i'm learning to walk again
this time with greater purpose
i fall i trust again
🩰 #poetry
pictured is undated fragment. possibly from prior summer
i'm learning to walk again
this time with greater purpose
i fall i trust again
🩰 #poetry
pictured is undated fragment. possibly from prior summer
March 12, 2025 at 3:17 PM
heal, toe
i'm learning to walk again
this time with greater purpose
i fall i trust again
🩰 #poetry
pictured is undated fragment. possibly from prior summer
i'm learning to walk again
this time with greater purpose
i fall i trust again
🩰 #poetry
pictured is undated fragment. possibly from prior summer
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mass. graphite on paper
March 11, 2025 at 9:02 PM
mass. graphite on paper
what’s left of the woman in me smells of smoke. her heart smolders with determination.
#internationalwomensday #iwd #nonbinary #transart #autisticartist
#internationalwomensday #iwd #nonbinary #transart #autisticartist
March 8, 2025 at 4:29 PM
what’s left of the woman in me smells of smoke. her heart smolders with determination.
#internationalwomensday #iwd #nonbinary #transart #autisticartist
#internationalwomensday #iwd #nonbinary #transart #autisticartist
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February 27, 2025 at 8:42 AM
stricken by the loss of an earthly sire
maiden casts a flame on her girlish desire
moon illuminates this blackening hour
thrusted both upon their billowing pyres
maiden casts a flame on her girlish desire
moon illuminates this blackening hour
thrusted both upon their billowing pyres
February 24, 2025 at 3:01 AM
stricken by the loss of an earthly sire
maiden casts a flame on her girlish desire
moon illuminates this blackening hour
thrusted both upon their billowing pyres
maiden casts a flame on her girlish desire
moon illuminates this blackening hour
thrusted both upon their billowing pyres
the fem is not frivolity
she is not strings of pearls
draping down her neck
the tears of creatures
whom she chooses not to see
who could want this? i weep for you, Mother,
then glance down at my own weathered frame
stickstarved, no longer from twisted want,
but because i no longer know how to want.
she is not strings of pearls
draping down her neck
the tears of creatures
whom she chooses not to see
who could want this? i weep for you, Mother,
then glance down at my own weathered frame
stickstarved, no longer from twisted want,
but because i no longer know how to want.
February 23, 2025 at 6:14 PM
the fem is not frivolity
she is not strings of pearls
draping down her neck
the tears of creatures
whom she chooses not to see
who could want this? i weep for you, Mother,
then glance down at my own weathered frame
stickstarved, no longer from twisted want,
but because i no longer know how to want.
she is not strings of pearls
draping down her neck
the tears of creatures
whom she chooses not to see
who could want this? i weep for you, Mother,
then glance down at my own weathered frame
stickstarved, no longer from twisted want,
but because i no longer know how to want.
ended up becoming my favorite album(.) bury me with this.
ask yourself: is this the life you’ve been waiting for?
or were you hoping that you’d be where you want with a little more?
ask yourself: is this the life you’ve been waiting for?
or were you hoping that you’d be where you want with a little more?
February 23, 2025 at 5:21 PM
ended up becoming my favorite album(.) bury me with this.
ask yourself: is this the life you’ve been waiting for?
or were you hoping that you’d be where you want with a little more?
ask yourself: is this the life you’ve been waiting for?
or were you hoping that you’d be where you want with a little more?
i lay in this bed
amidst soft toys and heavy blanket
“safe now” this says
“safe now” and yet
all i imagine is the smell of smoke
and the decision i’d make
back and forth but
but my body freezes me
between dual desires:
to rescue myself,
or be engulfed in the all-consuming flame
of learnéd apathy.
amidst soft toys and heavy blanket
“safe now” this says
“safe now” and yet
all i imagine is the smell of smoke
and the decision i’d make
back and forth but
but my body freezes me
between dual desires:
to rescue myself,
or be engulfed in the all-consuming flame
of learnéd apathy.
February 23, 2025 at 4:46 PM
i lay in this bed
amidst soft toys and heavy blanket
“safe now” this says
“safe now” and yet
all i imagine is the smell of smoke
and the decision i’d make
back and forth but
but my body freezes me
between dual desires:
to rescue myself,
or be engulfed in the all-consuming flame
of learnéd apathy.
amidst soft toys and heavy blanket
“safe now” this says
“safe now” and yet
all i imagine is the smell of smoke
and the decision i’d make
back and forth but
but my body freezes me
between dual desires:
to rescue myself,
or be engulfed in the all-consuming flame
of learnéd apathy.
i asked for a sign from god, then promptly dropped my vape in the toilet
January 7, 2025 at 10:19 AM
i asked for a sign from god, then promptly dropped my vape in the toilet
on the internet nobody knows how weird you’re sitting
January 6, 2025 at 5:10 PM
on the internet nobody knows how weird you’re sitting
pries out third eye…. OW!!! the truth does not come with sutures
January 6, 2025 at 4:03 AM
pries out third eye…. OW!!! the truth does not come with sutures
bless the creatures tonight.
i wish the lost kittens and puppies a safe journey back home.
i wish the birds and squirrels, routines disoriented, better sleep tomorrow.
i wish the unnamed and unknown beings of this earth may experience peace with their existence.
i wish the lost kittens and puppies a safe journey back home.
i wish the birds and squirrels, routines disoriented, better sleep tomorrow.
i wish the unnamed and unknown beings of this earth may experience peace with their existence.
January 1, 2025 at 8:04 AM
bless the creatures tonight.
i wish the lost kittens and puppies a safe journey back home.
i wish the birds and squirrels, routines disoriented, better sleep tomorrow.
i wish the unnamed and unknown beings of this earth may experience peace with their existence.
i wish the lost kittens and puppies a safe journey back home.
i wish the birds and squirrels, routines disoriented, better sleep tomorrow.
i wish the unnamed and unknown beings of this earth may experience peace with their existence.
wanderer, do you see them? the flashes of light on this stormy night. they remind you to listen. carefully. closely.
what is the truth in the brief strikes that move you so? if you pay attention, you can capture glimpses.
what is the truth in the brief strikes that move you so? if you pay attention, you can capture glimpses.
January 1, 2025 at 5:14 AM
wanderer, do you see them? the flashes of light on this stormy night. they remind you to listen. carefully. closely.
what is the truth in the brief strikes that move you so? if you pay attention, you can capture glimpses.
what is the truth in the brief strikes that move you so? if you pay attention, you can capture glimpses.