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**Warning**
a lot of this stuff
also contains
- graphic imagery
- sexual content
- mental health and depression stuff
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✧*̥˚ What killed the artist???? *̥˚✧
submit your best guess via this google form, detective (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
"The Bunny Corner"
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The new year is a time of change, resolutions and a lot of anxiety. It is the time where people look back at their accomplishments and regrets and start to worry about those ahead. Three different bunnies are depicted in this corner, representing three ways of dealing with the new year. "All of these Bunnies!" tackles the subject of anxiety and pressure. "Cradling The Past" is about coming to terms and letting go of the events from the past year and "Re:solutions" is about change and reinvention.
.•° ✿ °•. "All of these Bunnies!" .•° ✿ °•.
❁ཻུ۪۪♡ "Cradling the Past" ❁ཻུ۪۪♡
ꕥ Re: Solutions ꕥ
The figure shows a human body with a rabbit head holding a human head. The naked body represents my truest most honest self. I am a Tiger and thereby embody it. Taking off the head not only signifies the transition from the Tiger to the Rabbit year but also the revelation of an old self. One that I discarded because I thought of it as weak and disadvantageous but now try to reconnect with. This is my New Year’s resolution.
ʚ🍓ɞ The Comic Corner ʚ🍓ɞ
Some of my works from my short comic collections.
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𖤓 "Sunshine" 𖤓
'*•.¸♡ "Together Apart"♡¸.•*'
Our bodies are here to connect our souls and bring them together, but more than often they end up dividing us. Torn apart or inside out we would all look mostly the same.
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♡ "I Have To Run An Errand"♡
When I used to work at TKMaxx, my coworkers and supervisors always told me to "be careful" and "stay safe" when I was leaving a late shift.
Part of me knows they mean it well but another part of me was and is still infuriated.
I dream of a world where these statements are unnecessary.
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"Morning"
Self-love is hard, especially in the morning. Remember to be kind to yourself.
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'*•.¸♡ Mural ♡¸.•*'
Art and films proved to be the method to escape my personal isolation, a tool for personal insight and reflection.
｡･:*˚:✧｡ "At the Movies" ｡･:*˚:✧｡
˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚Spider Wall˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚
"Woman, Spider, Tea"
During a more difficult time of my life, I felt like an unsympathetic giant monster that was eating away at my mother's mental and physical strength. I often wondered if she would be happier, more successful, and closer to her personal dreams if she wouldn't have me in the first place. She moved to another country and then moved again to another city, leaving behind all of her friends and the travel agency she ran. All of these things seemed like immense sacrifices that lead to a feeling of guilt and put me under a lot of pressure. But they also motivate me to succeed and become more independent, eventually repaying her in some way, making sure that she never has to sacrifice anything for me ever again. I want to stitch her back together and carry her like she has carried me and elevate her in all the material and spiritual ways possible.
🕸️𓆩♡𓆪🕸️"Woman, Spider, Tea"🕸️𓆩♡𓆪🕸️
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Once upon a time, in a place not so far from here a young woman sat down in a tea shop. She had a stressful day, some family arguments, unhappy clients, and nothing good to eat since eight.
As she attempts to take a sip from the comforting cup of freshly brewed tea, a tiny black spider at the corner of her cup appeared. Unknown to her it stumbles and falls disappearing into the greenish-pale brew.
She drinks every little drop and the spider with it, leaving the empty cup and the shop behind. It is time to go home she thinks to herself, but on the way there she already notices a strange, unfamiliar sensation somewhere I side of her.
She takes a rest but not for long as her stomach aches and rumbles strongly. She sits up to examine herself and sees her tummy has grown twice as big as before as it seems. But not just that there is something more, something inside besides the tea and oats she had way back this morning. Worried and slightly scared is how her lover finds her in their shared home. Not knowing yet what is going on, she gently comforts her with a long and soft embrace from above. Not even the lover has seen something like this before but together they will find a way to make sense of it all.
Off to the hospital they rush, with the young woman’s belly growing bigger and bigger seeming never to stop.
🕸️𓆩♡𓆪🕸️"Woman, Spider, Tea"🕸️𓆩♡𓆪🕸️
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On a stretcher, the young woman now lays, with her lover on one side and the nervous physician on the other. In the operating room doctor, lovers, and midwife are astounded as none of them has ever seen such a growth sprout till now. But with the size, so does the woman’s now unbearable pain increases as not even her own skin seems to withstand the growth. It tears, bit by bit, as red marks being to form all over her skin. It breaks and leaks. „You are tearing me apart!“ She screams. With one sudden jolt, every tissue rips, every other rib is fractured and every breath is held within the room. What crawls out of the young woman’s body? It's not a boy, it's not a girl, it is a hairy, eight-legged ball of fur drenched in blood and gut. Ten eyes see the light of day, the carnage, the blood, and pain of birth. Not a word is said as the doctor and lover can only stare, stare back into the young woman’s dead and empty eyes. She was ripped in two separate parts as no mortal body can withstand the monstrous beings weight.
Witnessing every grueling moment the lover is now left behind. Can one even speak of a lover when their loved one has gone? What is left is but unspeakable pain and grief. And fear, as the doctor seizes the moment's chance to escape. Through the door he throws himself, screaming, calling: Help, for all our lives are at stake!“
🕸️𓆩♡𓆪🕸️"Woman, Spider, Tea"🕸️𓆩♡𓆪🕸️
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What have I done? What are the consequences of my existence? Why do I inflict such pain? Are thoughts maybe a bit too complex for the spider brain? But nonetheless, remorse and confusion on its face can be seen, as an army of special forces storm onto the crime scene.
They are not soldiers but mere boys that freeze before the creature's feet. As one shot is fired a loud guttural scream is released. Taking both of the young woman’s parts, it charges down the hallway, leaving behind a trail of blood, intestines, and a broken heart. The lover is in pieces herself as she cradles the remaining guts. The authority's help is in vain as non of them has ever dealt with such pain.
Not fully aware of what has happened in there. The lover wanders off, with dried blood on her hands into the streets heading nowhere as she steps down the curve something squishes beneath her feet. The lover bends down, examining the skin like crimson piece. Who else’s guts might lay scattered around on the streets? (the lover's other half it must surely be.)
It must be, it must be lovers' other halves. She realizes: It… was here and now it has gone, it must’ve headed to the only other place it has known.
Thank You
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Noe Tortosa
https://noetortosa.artstation.com/
Instagram/Twitter: @Nexus2025
Petar Georgiev
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