| My camera is pretty bad and I'm no photographer, so sorry the pictures suck. One thing that has been recently been brought to my attention (and has always been a small dream for me) is that I have the potential to be a medical (and botanical) illustrator. The pieces that I am currently working on that sparked this conversation will be up when they are finished. I mostly work in paint and charcoal, but am currently taking a black and white photography class and a printmaking class at community college. Lately I've also been experiementing with collage, specifically using maps. I only do art for myself, as a catharsis for the last few years. Criticism is more than welcome. Thanks y'all for taking the time to check out my shit. ------------ It's not enough letting go twice, three times, a hundred. Soon everything is dull, unsatisfactory. Night's open face interests you no longer. And soon, again, you return to your element and like a fish to the air you come to the open only between breathings. But already gills grow on your breasts. ~Gloria Anzaldua |
if for some reason that doesn't work, look up my name, Callie Martin. the pic is me with a purple bandana and a rat on my shoulder.
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It's not enough
deciding to open.
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Super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis
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It's not enough
deciding to open.
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Reachin' the sky~
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"Swirly whirly jungle pants!"
-C
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Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity
- TAKE A LOOK AT MY PICTURES!
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