#ourart — Public Fediverse posts

OH! I drew this the other day and I forgot to post it.

So here it is.

I call it The Passenger because I sort of blanked out and drew this piece while listening to “The Passenger” by Iggy Pop on repeat? So here you go.

-Allēna

I did this today.

https://www.instagram.com/p/DV4pXz6FQjz/?igsh=ZzM4dTdjYnJoc3R4

I had so much fun.

My hands were covered in red paint for a longggg time afterwards…

-Allēna

I think I’m starting to figure out why I’m so reserved/”cold” emotionally.

When I was a teenager, like 13-15, I was a HOPELESS romantic. I would write fully fledged, and ultimately fully produced and orchestrated songs for my crushes and create massive works of art across a variety of mediums that took months, sometimes years, to complete, at an age when most boys couldn’t be arsed to get a girl flowers unless their mothers or sisters prompted them, ESPECIALLY if that girl scared them shitless.

And I was intense about this art. If someone inspired a piece, they’d probably end up knowing. I was intense about EVERYTHING. I was often the teachers’ favorite, I knew the answers to most questions, I HAD done the homework, I had an excellent memory, and I wasn’t afraid to kick anyone’s ass if and when it came time for trivia in almost any subject. I was a pompous dick about it, too 🤣 I was gonna win by a mile and I knew it. I wasn’t the type of person in high school that guys wanted to date. Be friends with, if they were daring, but not date.

The transition from hopeless romantic to cynic came at about age 16-17 after endless rejections and being told to tone myself down over and over. I began to hate my happy, romantic side. After one final diplomatic rejection from the guy I had written “My Island” about and being told to tone myself down one final time, I marched into my long term hairstylist’s office as soon as she was free and told her to cut all my damn hair off and give me the pixie cut I’d desperately wanted since my headmate Castor had cut our hair short like that when he was 10. I buried the rest of my sentimentality with that haircut, too, and started playing my cards close to my chest.

I still wrote huge things for my crushes, but that, too, stopped after I wrote my album The Places We Come Home To in 2018 for my first husband when I was 20.

I hated it so viscerally that it took two years to release a proper follow-up to it, Light on the Final Day, and I had written that record a few months BEFORE most of Places ever occurred to me.

It would take nearly three years after that for us to release any kind of proper follow-up to Light on the Final Day, something broke in me so badly. And it wasn’t even really me that wrote any of it, Metacognition (2023) is Eight’s masterpiece.

And for someone used to writing and recording several records a YEAR, this devastated me.

It’s taken being in several lovely partnerships to get me to uncover a FRACTION of that sentimentality. I still really can’t write happy things without cringing or feeling sick, but I’m getting there. I’m immensely grateful for their patience while I unfuck myself.

-Allēna

As a response to a rash of anonymous hate mail I have received over the past couple days,

I have created a wealth of supplies for The Opps.

The following designs are available on my Redbubble shop in many forms for their hate club.

My haters can purchase hate club supplies here and here.

I might as well turn the fact that these mother fuckers can’t keep my name out of their mouths into laughs and cold, hard cash.

If anyone wonders why I did this, I was bored and unsupervised. Thank you very much and good night.

-Allēna

Here’s a dump of some of the art we’ve made recently:

https://www.instagram.com/p/DPjnJ1Uj-Mz/?igsh=c3k2cmk5cjR5eTM3

https://www.instagram.com/p/DPicz1hD7Wa/?igsh=MW10ZXR6OTBhbWlzag==

https://www.instagram.com/p/DPe1NKYlXW9/?igsh=MWc5MTExYXdjaTV4Zg==

https://www.instagram.com/p/DPO00gBEm88/?igsh=MTNieTNwb3BtMnpvbg==

https://www.instagram.com/p/DPOK-kCj6Qy/?igsh=MWpwYnllMHhvcHNidg==

Enjoy 💛🪕🤌🤌🤌

-Lazarus

#DigitalArt #digitalpainting #MixedMedia #OurArt

Ooops, I had more spoons than previously thought.. And made a zine.

If you want your own copy of it, it’s over here 💛

If you relate, you have my condolences. This is a sad one.

-Lazarus

#actuallyAuDHD #ActuallyAutistic #contemplation #isolation #Loneliness #OurArt #ourpoetry #sadness #spilledink #thoughts #trauma #zine

Ooops, I had more spoons than previously thought.. And made a zine.

If you want your own copy of it, it’s over here 💛

If you relate, you have my condolences. This is a sad one.

-Lazarus

#actuallyAuDHD #ActuallyAutistic #contemplation #isolation #Loneliness #OurArt #ourpoetry #sadness #spilledink #thoughts #trauma #zine

New painting just dropped!

My friend mk saw my post about cursing profile photos and asked for a new banner for its socials. So I delivered. It has a cool hot pink and blank void punk aesthetic across its socials which I frankly love (hot pink is my favorite color) so this was a pleasure to paint.

The banner is below!

I also highly recommend following mk for excellent takes on what’s going on in the world and brilliant poetry, etc..

If anyone wants their socials artistically cursed by us truly, drop us a line!

-Allēna

#ArtistsOnMastodon #cursed #DigitalPainting #feral #friends #fun #mk #OurArt #socialMedia

New painting just dropped!

My friend mk saw my post about cursing profile photos and asked for a new banner for its socials. So I delivered. It has a cool hot pink and blank void punk aesthetic across its socials which I frankly love (hot pink is my favorite color) so this was a pleasure to paint.

The banner is below!

I also highly recommend following mk for excellent takes on what’s going on in the world and brilliant poetry, etc..

If anyone wants their socials artistically cursed by us truly, drop us a line!

-Allēna

#ArtistsOnMastodon #cursed #DigitalPainting #feral #friends #fun #mk #OurArt #socialMedia