i love john brosio paintings bc theyll be an absolute gut punch that forces you to consider your own morality like two earthlings and they will also be Big Crab

“two earthlings”, an absolutely devastating oil painting that i think about every single day

“fatigue 2”, Big Crab

I hadn’t seen the second one.  You can just tell that guy is standing where his car should be.  He’s too tired to worry about the crab directly, he’s just thinking about how this means he’s gotta call the insurance company and lord knows if giant crab attacks are covered.  He’s looking off to the left because that’s where the bus stop is, he’s watching a bus pull up right now and thinking that while there’s a chance he could sprint for it and make it on he absolutely cannot bring himself to run right now - not from the crab, not to the bus, not for anything.  Fuck the diet, though, he’s getting fast food tonight.  Not like he can drive to the store now anyway.

Man has gotten the bus home (car crushed by giant crab) to find more sea creatures on his property

Is this targeted? What will this do to his insurance premiums?

A nearly complete 1st century BCE carnyx found in 2004 at Tintignac, France (the one in the left picture, with a reconstruction in the right). Fashioned as a snarling boar, the carnyx was a war horn used by the Iron Age Celts between c. 200 BCE and c. 200 CE

fun fact, the first reconstruction of the carnyx was built in Scotland in the early 90s, and John Kenny brought it to my dad's photographic studio (our house) to have publicity pictures taken. I was very very young, but I had a precocious interest in history, and Kenny showed me the detailed boar's head, which had an articulated tongue that would give the effect of a subtle ululation when it was played. He played it for us in our garden, and I can still remember the sound. It sounded like a trumpet, if a trumpet was a wild prehistoric animal capable of throwing back its head and howling. It sounded like something great and tusked and angry and brass that knew what blood was and wanted it.

I don't know how old I was when I heard it, I think it must have been after its debut at the museum, but I do remember Kenny telling us we were among a very small handful of people who had heard the carnyx in 2,000 years. I remember my nextdoor neighbour's pigeons all taking off from his loft, and the wide silence that rang out afterwards, that more often came in the wake of foghorns from the harbour. I wonder, in retrospect, what all those people packed around us in their tenements in the poor part of Leith thought they'd heard. what does an ancient celtic war horn sounds like, floating through the window while you're doing the dishes?

here’s what it sounds like. holy shit

Now imagine what a whole bunch of these would sound like, played together before the start of a battle.

it fucking sucks how you can do all the therapy and self healing in the world and you still have to wake up living under a capitalist death cult that's killed community and crushes your soul

congrats you want to live and be happy

bad news the world doesn't want that for you

I'll still love fully and crawl to hope until my body gives out anyway I guess

shouting “DERIVATIVE!” at an art school kid just walking down the street from a moving vehicle, they break down and sob

okay but if i, a guy driving a car, yell that at somebody walking on the sidewalk, that’s not really an insult, that’s just what they are

I read the first part of the post and thought OP was just scaring art students with calculus

The thing I'm struggling with now, in light of all this trans legislation bullshit, is that no one will ever consider anywhere my home even if I do.

To be clear, I never wanted to stay where I came from. I have no desire to go back. They didn't want me there. I didn't want to be there. I wouldn't have wanted to be there even if I was cis. I mean, the lack of ocean alone was kind of a dealbreaker. Can you call it home if it's unlivable for you on multiple levels?

But as far as society is concerned, it's like you're not allowed to be home if you're not from a place. No matter how long you've been there. Like it's somehow an immutable part of you, more than even your gender.

I know I can't change my past. But is the past really all that matters? Do my own choices and actions mean nothing? Am I really just never going to be seen as belonging anywhere?

I can probably grow to be okay with that. It's a small thing, really, compared to transition. It's just. It's stupid that I even need to.