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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

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

Here are some pieces I’ve made in the past couple of days.

I’ve begun experimenting with bolder colors and less strict realism. I’m very happy with the way these pieces turned out.

I’m calling this first piece The Lighthouse. I don’t exactly know what to make of it, I was running with an idea I had and I thought it looked cool.

Here’s a video of how I made it.

https://www.instagram.com/p/DU9DiPLjqhd

This next painting is called Silvertongue. The lines on the tongue came to me as I was falling asleep.

Here’s a video of the process for this one.

https://www.instagram.com/p/DU89zsrEgq-/

And this one was heavily inspired by Flower Face’s The Shark In Your Water album. I’m developing an obsession with silver foily glitter.

I hope y’all enjoyed these pieces.

-Painter Guy

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I pitched an idea for a spring themed multimedia show to a shop and studio here in town in March or April. They say they’ll get back to me next week.

If this goes well, I want to do it again. I think I’m going to put it together regardless, though.

-Allēna

#ourart #ourmusic #ourpoetry

Painted this at an art thing at the library today.

I think I also got sun sick, so I am about to go home and pass the fuck outtttt. -Allēna

#OurArt #PaintedRock

Painted this at an art thing at the library today.

I think I also got sun sick, so I am about to go home and pass the fuck outtttt. -Allēna

#OurArt #PaintedRock

Painted this piece yesterday.

It doubles as the icon for a Discord server about feral anarchy I am now co-running with my friend, the wonderfully feral mk (it/its). I’ve been having fun, hehe. Boredom, begone. -Allēna

#abstract #anarchy #digitalart #ferality #neoncolors #OurArt

Painted this piece yesterday.

It doubles as the icon for a Discord server about feral anarchy I am now co-running with my friend, the wonderfully feral mk (it/its). I’ve been having fun, hehe. Boredom, begone. -Allēna

#abstract #anarchy #digitalart #ferality #neoncolors #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