Sula

In a way, her strangeness, her naïveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for.

And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.
—  Toni Morrison, Sula
This is a culture that overemphasizes the sort of heteronormative thing that for women the most important relationship of their lives is going to be the dude that they’re going to fall in love with, as if everybody is straight and that this is the script, and yet, look from my experience as a brother, my sister’s longest, most painful heartbreak was a Sula-like heartbreak, where the most important relationship of her life was a woman. And yet she never had a space to acknowledge or honor it until after it was all over. And that idea of the controlling male or the controlling paradigm that tends to leave that story out I think is very, very important.

It’s the fusion mermaid brigade!
based on @l-sula-l ‘s (and my personal favorite) design!

THE ONE, THE ONLY, THAT STARTED IT ALL: RAINBOW QUARTZ!!!  I remember watching Sula drawing her, and how fun that stream was, and Sula herself is so amazing! Really, Sula you’re so great, and fun, and really, I love you! You make the best pearl impressions! let pearl say fuck 2k16 And I absolutely adore your drawings! 

Original drawing that started the fusion mermaid brigade is  ✨ here! ✨ and with this one, the brigade is full! I I’m so excited I could just shatter! 

My bestie Mai sent me this early bday gift from Ideal Bookshelf, giving me art of the spines from the books that most influenced me. She even placed my own book among these literary giants.

Yes, I am in all my feels. 

They were solitary little girls whose loneliness was so profound it intoxicated them and sent them stumbling into Technicolored visions that always included a presence, a someone, who, quite like the dreamer, shared the delight of the dream.
—  Sula by Toni Morrison