we are rotting but instead let's say we are aging like fine wine because the expense of time is what makes us expensive and the cost of suffering can’t ripe faster than insufferable expectations and if we want a delectable cheese it’s desperation to bear the fruits of indefinite rotting that we continue to do so - sappy
Hi everyone! Welcome to the first post in my blog: A Side of Sketching! Each Monday, I will share a page or two from my current sketchbook, along with some explanation as to what inspired the sketches or where I was while I created them. I love exploring new places and experiencing new things, so many of my sketches will revolve around that. As a college student, I also take inspiration from campus events and the more mundane aspects of student life. So, whether it be trying a new restaurant, going to a hockey game, or having a late-night study session in the dorms, my sketches will provide a glimpse into my life as a college student!
A little bit about me: I’m currently a freshman at the University of Michigan! I have been creating art since I was young, and have experimented with many different mediums. Usually, I tend to gravitate towards acrylic painting and pencil sketching. When I’m not studying or making art, I enjoy hiking, yoga, listening to music, going to sporting events, and having spontaneous adventures around campus! : )
For this first post, I wanted to create a page that sums up a highlight of my school year so far, and I felt that a page inspired by Saturday football games in the Big House was the best way to do that! I’m not a huge football fan, but I love the atmosphere on campus on game days- from the student section chants to the marching band performances and head-to-toe maize and blue outfits. I made this page while in the car on a road trip, so it is fairly simple. Still, I’m happy with how it turned out!
Cormorant-class seagliders are a type of medium-sized aircraft meant for fast powered flight over medium- to long-distances. They are often used as escort and reconnaissance vehicles by the Kaua Merchant Navy on the waterworld of HKC 2901 c. They have both single- and twin-seat variants, feature two pylons per wing, and a modest internal bay on its underside that can be outfitted with various equipment suites or light armaments.
TW: Gore, canibalistic imagery, mentions of violence
Reclamation
a crack of the skull to let the demons out
sharp daggers to the chest
pouring love; painting a sygil
violence on grass blades and mushroom tops
too dizzy to lift a hand
skin marred and beautiful, bloody even
nibbled by canines and premonition
bit down on finger bones
gritty and callous resistance
chewed the marrow like tobacco
spit it out, too
onto cold ground; it ferments
like fallen leaves atop moss
the flies buzz hymnals
and maggots squeal
gleeful, they’ll burrow holes
a porous sponge
for mud and dust and rainwater
raw and plain
sinking into the earth
your final resting place
Dear Home,
Today, I went on the best bus ride I have ever had.
Upon entering, the tunes of 2018’s Top 50 Rap Songs followed me to my seat, reverberating off the few others whom I shared the ride with. The words of artists (who I have never really bothered to familiarize myself with) followed along with the steady tempo of the bus rocking over Ann Arbor’s busy potholes. The day is cold. Yet, the sun is still shining. Reflecting off of the green leaves who are turning marigold with its touch.
During the ride, I quickly made the acquaintance of a small bee. It asked for the time, landing on my watch repeatedly. It must be in a rush, I declared. The bee, proceeding to land on my knee, nose, and shoulder, asked if I was its mother. Making me responsible for dropping it off at kindergarten on time. Imagining its peers, teachers, and classroom, the bee’s stripes lingered with me for a few stops. And almost as soon as it arrived, the bee left. And, I was empty.
That is the best bus ride I will ever have. Mere minutes turned into definition, and whose definition means less to me than it may have meant to others. For instance, a bee whose life could have ended had it not stumbled onto my watch, my knee, my nose, and shoulder.
I wonder if my absence is notable. If even recognized, at all.
I wonder if you are trying to find me; I am achingly displaced from you.
Considerably, my autonomy here is double-edged; my individuality is heightened, my loneliness is at its call. Yet, in moments where I find a stripey buddy, I feel a notable pull towards you.
I am sorry for misplacing you, Home.
Your appearance finds itself in the smallest of matter.
With love,
V.L.A.
P.S. Here’s a continued thought – In My Life, The Beatles.
if i wasn't lied to some things that i didn’t know that i should’ve known i now do know are if you get infected don’t elevate a leg if you are small you might (not) be a chihuahua if you taste like styrofoam you’re a bone if you swim you’ll get caught if you need to fold a fitted sheet just ask Grandma if you wore a fuzzy onesie it’d be shocking if you breathe your lungs could explode if you have counted sheep or not if you know if sea walking exists - sappy
