pibmo:

lil witch postcards i made for my portfolio presentation. they’re also npc designs for a game project im cooking up B^)

witchyroses:

art–felt:

I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain and your body is constantly trying to maintain equilibrium. so if one emotion sky rockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit to release that emotion packaged neatly within a tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can’t hold on to all of it. So what I’ve learned is that crying signifies that you are feeling as much as humanely possible and that is living to the fullest extent. So keep feeling and cry often and as much as needed

SHIT WHAT

memmerz:

“Don’t cry, you’ll scare them away”- by Emma Rust, Crisco grease, chalk, charcoal, India ink, oil paint, cloth

This work depicts the struggle between needing emotional authenticity, while also fearing the stigma behind confirming feminine tropes of “craziness” and “hysteria”. I juxtapose the obligation to appear composed, poised, and graceful, with representations of anxiety and depression that often manifest as a result of this unhealthy emotional performance.

memmerz:

Body print process- Crisco grease, charcoal, chalk

memmerz:

“They’ll tell you it didn’t happen” -Emma Rust

Body imprint, graphite powder, Crisco kitchen grease

This series simultaneously explores the experience of navigating the stages of trauma itself while also feeling the dehumanizing effects of being silenced. This piece created as a rebuttal to my Title IX experience. My school essentially pressured me to go through the system, only to make me feel hysteric the entire process rather than validate my healing process. Here I capture the apologetic expression of pain and fear that the process always stigmatized me for.

memmerz:

Reclaiming of the id- by Emma Rust, Crisco grease and chalk body imprint, oil paints

memmerz:

The cover reads “I’m fine, I promise.” The inside essentially admits that maybe I’m not quite fine…

memmerz:

“They’ll tell you it didn’t happen” -Emma Rust

Body imprint, graphite powder, Crisco kitchen grease 

This series simultaneously explores the experience of navigating the stages of trauma itself while also feeling the dehumanizing effects of being silenced. This piece created as a rebuttal to my Title IX experience. My school essentially pressured me to go through the system, only to make me feel hysteric the entire process rather than validate my healing process. Here I capture the apologetic expression of pain and fear that the process always stigmatized me for.