humans and flowers


Here’s a drawing for a school project I had to do!

The goal was to draw something that reflected me as a person and my interests, I think it came out pretty well considering this is the first time I’ve actually drawn myself! :P

Feel free to use the background if you want to :)

At the Chicago Flower and Garden Show this weekend working a table to promote native pollinator gardening I was struck by how commercialism, again, always, sucks. So much of what I love about gardening has nothing to do with 95% of what was at this show. Vendors selling tools for very specific needs, cultivars that look like realist paintings you have to water, and all kinds of lawn furniture. I have played enough Animal Crossing to know the value in being able to customize your space so it communicates your own aesthetic of comfort, but so much of mainstream garden culture is just another flavor of the “stuff makes you happy” fallacy. I mean, maybe it makes YOU happy but I wish it didn’t have to cost so much and be built on such an oppressive system.

I know I am complicit in that system and it’s very difficult to even divest a single life from it, but here’s what I am basically saying: all one needs to garden is sun, soil, seeds, and water. If I were in charge these would be added to our inalienable rights and no human would be allowed to be without them. Our whole system would be set up so that, like mycelium moving nutrients from the rich parts of the forest to the nutrient poor, we would ensure that every human had a plot of land to garden and piece of wild earth to steward. E plurbis unim.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never