A Beautiful Fool

snailway to heaven 🐌

The most horrifying aspect of parents saying "my kid could do that" about art is that they never ever ever mean "wow my kid is good enough to be in a museum" and they always always always mean "I want to disrespect you so much I'll do it by implying that this thing is just as worthless as the things my child makes with their hands" and right in front of them too. Your kids can hear you u know, and the things they make with their hands are the least worthless and most precious aspects of human life I'll kill u

Listen my three year old child handed me a picture of a “weird bug” they had drawn this morning, and the explanation about the intention for it was as deep a journey into the universe as I could ask for. I instantly wanted to send it to everybody, not even to show it off, but just to explain things a bit. Look at this way of looking at the world, before one is taught differently; before one is shaped forcibly. Look at the purity and clarity of intention (something that my favourite artists and makers strive for, and which is what I am most attracted to: clarity of intention. The ability to communicate from brain to brain across the gulf of time, death, language, background, common ground. Knowing where you’re going! Knowing what you want to achieve - and doing it! The form does not matter!)

(Also, horrible things with legs. I’ll always give them attention too.)

(This was also a horrible thing with legs.)

So much of what we search for is here, all along. So much of what we chase after is already in this bug. The child scribbles it, hands it to the baby, who obediently folds it up and puts it in their mouth; the child answers a few questions, then runs off to get sticky; you are left holding the wonder, going: somewhere in here is something we are missing, something we’ve lost track of, and I could spend quite a lot of time trying to pin it down (anthropologically, psychologically, poetically, in a very special episode of a children’s cartoon, in a degree, as an instagram account)

What the hell else is art for, if not to send you on a little journey. If an artist can do that with a scribble then you should give them your attention. You should show other people, explain it a bit. Keep it forever as evidence of something - maybe a building, a collection that makes sense. You could call it a life or even a museum.

Show us the bug!!! Or describe it at least. I want to see it so bad.

- I love it! What is it?

- this is a weird silly bug. It’s weird!

- I love the smile.

- Yes, he’s very silly.

- I love the legs. So many!

- Yes; I drewed them like that.

- What does he do?

- He’s a present for the baby. He is a tummy bug (EDITOR’S NOTE: gastrovirus) and he loves sick (Ed: vomit) HAHAHAHAHA.

- Oh wow.

- HE LOVES TO EAT THE SICK! HAHAHA

- Oh wow. Did … did you know we use the word “bug” for two things - we can use it to mean a little animals, like a woodlouse, that lives outside? But also, when we say tummy bug, we mean a germ - the little tiny things we can’t see - they’re different. Which one is he?

- Oh this is a ninvisible bug.

- A germ?

(Image: a furry bug with lots of legs, wide staring eyes, and a slightly deranged grin from eye to eye.)

- He’s the BUG that makes you sick. That’s why he has so many legs. (Ed: here I thought this was possibly influenced by the educational book they have called “see inside germs,” depicting various microorganisms with flagella and mycelium and so on.) when it’s time to be sick, he uses his legs to tickle the back of your throat to make you be sick. And then he! eats! the! sick! HAHAHA

- (Ed: at this point I helplessly let go of my attempt to teach germ theory in the face of such superior theology) oh … wow.

- He lives inside you all the time but doesn’t tickle you all the time because it isn’t always time to be sick. He’s ninvisible. He’s not an outside bug. He’s the tummy bug. that’s why him make you be sick to come up to your throat and eat the sick. See, the baby loves that bug.

- does the baby… like germs?

- he is NOT a GERM!!

LATER

- what made you choose to draw a tummy bug, to give to the baby?

- The crying was annoying to me.

- Um…. I mean, why did you draw the bug?

- I choose a bug because they’re my favourite to draw to give to the baby to help them calm down. because the crying is annoying to me.

- What makes you choose to draw a bug?

- The baby loves bugs.

- How do you know that?

- The baby always calms down and stops crying when I’m give them my bugs.

- Oh, I see.

- I’m also best at drawing bugs.

- How are you so good?

- I’m just know.

LATER

- I see that you have cut the paper?

- Yes! I’m snipped him out carefully with the white (Ed: child-safe baby’s nail cutting) scissors.

- are you happy with it?

- Yes, I’m really pleased that I m draw him all by myself. He’s all wiggly biggly. I drewed him to be wiggly and biggly.

END

Some things that interested me: the way that the knowledge you put into them is synthesized and recreated: the very Greek-philosophy-of-medicine idea of the Tummy Bug as large soft benign prawn that triggers vomiting by tickling you. We are all fascinated by AI right now, the way it spits our own things back at us; here is a juvenile human intelligence, which does the same thing, but less predictably. The way the artist is already self-proclaiming their awareness of the audience: using the baby’s nail scissors, which are Allowed Blades, and stating in advance that they did so carefully, therefore dodging the expected reflexive criticism of “please don’t use scissors without me!” Or the tiresome parental “WHERE DID YOU GET SCISSORS?” The gentle reproach that the baby, fussing mildly for five minutes while I prepared breakfast, was so ANNOYING that the poor toddler had to create an art piece to meet this unmet need.

But also: a piece of work with thoughtfulness and attention given to medium, execution, and topic. Did it do its job? Yes. Did it communicate? Yes. Did it provoke reactions? Multiple ones. Was there intentionality? Yes. Was an emotion captured? Surely. Was the mark-making technically skilled and the result admirable? Of course. What about mastery? Mastery of some topics is clearly shown here. There was a clear trajectory from the artist’s brain to the audience’s, with evidence showing that the bridge was good.

And do you know that it is good? Yes, it is good. How do you know? I’m just do.

Often you have to re-enter education to get this much to grips with art, so it’s just cool to me. What we are seeking is so often found.

the little things

Today is the 5 year anniversary of my brain injury - so I wrote this about some of the most cherished small moments of healing. Five years ago, and for a long time after I got injured, I couldn't do any of these things. Car noises were too loud, music was too overwhelming and hurt my head, and the sun coming in through an open window was too bright to face. I still have times when all three are too much - but I also have moments where I can sit with them, bask in them, for a little while.

Healing from a brain injury is a long, slow process. There have been big steps forward, and big steps back, and still so far to go. It's measuring progress in inches, rather than miles. But every inch is still worth celebrating <3

(for the few other brain injury comics i've done, my tag is here)

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[ID copied from alt text: An eight panel comic, featuring hand-written text only panels beside art only panels. The art is simple black lineart. The panels read as follows:

1 - it's the little things.

2 - it's the way i can put ear plugs in and drive with my windows down in summer, feel the wind on my face.

3 - art panel showing the driver's view from a car driving down a highway, with the window down, wind blowing in.

4 - art panel showing a cell phone with the lock screen showing a music player app, which is playing "The Omen" by Camp Cope. Headphones lay across the phone.

5 - it's the music i can now listen to for hours, rather than minutes.

6 - it's the open window i can now sit facing, watching the light stream in.

7 - art panel showing a large window with plants along the windowsill, light streaming in through them.

8 - it's the way the world keeps opening up, inch by inch by inch.

The comic is signed hank graves, 2024, january 30th. End ID.]

THAT WAS THE BEST SONG CHOICE FOR THIS VID

I thought I dreamt this video

I feel like the last few years have been a lot of change for me. I didn't realize how much I had grown until I looked back, so our little ghostie friend is here to remind us.

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A comic collab I made with my non-binary transmasc friend LM about our experiences feeling at home in our bodies 🪷

Check out more from my amazingly talented friend LM on Instagram:

https://instagram.com/lmperttula_design?igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==

Falling Through Dreams.

cool, thanks!

big wonders!! tiny wonders!! the world is a marvellous place!!

[ID copied from alt text: marker art of a clown fish with digitally written text reading "There are so many wonders in the world, and I am going to marvel at them all!" The background is a light blue, and the artist's signature reads @ watercolour critters. End ID.]

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Boat-billed Heron (Cochlearius

cochlearius) in Costa Rica

by Stephen Powell.

Omg I just looked these up and woah it's got "hair" like feathers

but wait

that's not all

Madagascan sunset moth (Chrysiridia rhipheus) wing scales at 50x magnification

Photos by Nicky Bay // Website // Facebook

Shared with permission; do not remove credit or re-post!

The moth itself:

Photos by sympiotr

LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS (1986) | dir. Frank Oz

It's finished! Pre-backstitch, the finished image, and the back :D

a contender for the most beautiful snail I’ve met: this exquisite Helicina from Costa Rica, which was delightfully abundant where I found it.

at only around 7-8mm long, they would glide around on green leaves like little jewels. I’m happier now knowing that these exist in the world