bread so tasty. bread so nice. toast it once. toast it twice.
toast three times. it turns to coal. burning toast is not my goal.
panem pulchram coquo hic. bis coquo et bona sic.
plus si coquo, carbo fit. hic me non benefecit.
Scirts
Blumaroos are all just silly guys (even Count Von Roo)
When I was in 6th grade my art teacher (Who was really cool. I'm still friends on facebook with her) kept asking me to please join her mosaic club after school (In middle school you HAD to choose a club and attend every Friday. Classes on Fridays were shortened specifically for club time so everyone would still go home at the same time) so I caved and joined and then she told me that I was too young to participate in mosaic making because it was too dangerous (It was an 8th grade club and I had her permission to join) so instead she put me in the art room closet and asked me to make a video parody of the narwhal song but about color theory
"Just don't let them touch your balls" became "Just make sure they touch your canvas" IT WAS GOOD
When I was in 6th grade my art teacher (Who was really cool. I'm still friends on facebook with her) kept asking me to please join her mosaic club after school (In middle school you HAD to choose a club and attend every Friday. Classes on Fridays were shortened specifically for club time so everyone would still go home at the same time) so I caved and joined and then she told me that I was too young to participate in mosaic making because it was too dangerous (It was an 8th grade club and I had her permission to join) so instead she put me in the art room closet and asked me to make a video parody of the narwhal song but about color theory
A bookcase that can be made into a coffin when needed.
the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this
not again
genuinely mystified by the kind of person that would produce this image and not realize "oh, I'm being fucking ridiculous"
personally, when I see someone press a heart-shaped button to denote that They Like My Work, the conclusion I draw is that They Like My Work. but perhaps I'm the crazy one, and I should instead be taking it as one step above "shooting me three times in the head."
#liking it is a bookmark for them. no one else sees it. it's a nod and acknowledgement my work was seen. clearly not good enough for#them to share. not good enough to bring me more business more clients more customers. how does that like button help the artist#or help the writer? it doesn't. call me cynical if you want but i've been here long enough to know the like button is only a bookmark.
listen. I get it. I am also Out Here, chronically unemployed and trying to make ends meet by monetizing my music. I also get frustrated and demoralized when something I worked hard on fails to gain traction.
that being said:
this attitude can only ever corrode your connection to your own work. "not good enough to bring me more business" - I'm sorry, but strangers on social media do not owe you free marketing. meanwhile, what you call "only a bookmark" signifies that your work appealed to them, even if they didn't reblog it. isn't that the fucking point of doing any of this? to make someone else's day a little richer, or to make them feel seen?
to put it in simpler terms:
if you consider someone liking your work "meaningless," why are you making art in the first place?
idk if im actually bi or nit but i have an 8 am class tomorrow cant worry about that
sorry if you dont want me to show my followers. but these are the funniest tags ive seen in my life