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yutaka "isa" asmara. artist-writer-animal based out of moh'kinstsiss.

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self portrait as my brother
December 27, 2025 at 8:07 PM
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cratergrass
December 25, 2025 at 1:05 AM
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admiring my own drawings on my desk like the i admire the drawings on instagram, on your page
December 18, 2025 at 4:25 PM
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joyland
May 31, 2025 at 1:43 PM
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a poem to commemorate the occasion
THE FIRST TIME I ASKED A BOY OUT The sky was a pestle grounding our shrimpshells Creatures of the Earth come gulp your biotic air vomited by your forefathers in a golden cycle I was bowed like an artichoke, lush flustered me heat made brass sounds all over my body Spring is always when I’m due for a good cry Around that time I was coming off an episode like citrus-vapours steaming from aortic jungles or foam thrown from an ocean onto bald rock My resolution was that I did not need to be happy If my chemicals didn’t want me to, that was that I have travailed all over, in every realm to accept this All of water and the vine-shaped winds tutting Everybody knew I shouldn’t have done it But there was something in my teeth I was glad to spit out
May 6, 2025 at 12:46 AM
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posted this on instagram easter sunday like a dummy.. my posts are flopping over there
April 22, 2025 at 2:50 PM
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verse novel
green ink in a sketchbook, depicting a man lying down in the grass on a pillow, with cigarettes and a watch strewn about. behind is a brook, willow trees. in pencil the words "verse novel", "are you scared of autofiction", and "1. caravansary 2. cast list 3. the night journey" are above the figure not part of the original composition. the pants of the green ink figure spill into this page of the sketchbook. a pen drawing of wildflowers overlay two pencil journal entries. There’s a real pressed flower in the right, green, same spherical shape of the flowers drawn.
April 17, 2025 at 2:28 PM
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same thing as above with the self portrait but you can see that it's a sketchbook rather than being cropped in. there's a stamp on the lower left corner with a polar bear on it
April 17, 2025 at 3:40 AM
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i want to draw and post infinite
blue self portrait on a moleskin sketchbook cover. im lying upside down off a mattress with my shoulder to the ground and one leg in the air. acrylic
April 17, 2025 at 3:39 AM
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March 22, 2025 at 6:05 PM
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February 9, 2025 at 10:47 PM
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luffy da monkey or something
February 9, 2025 at 12:01 AM
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but the better version, anyways
Invisible soldier, 2024, acrylic in canvas. A face obscured by cupped hands rendered in Fauvist colourways, as pink flowers and a pink cobweb burst from lefthand side of the diamond-shaped composition.
December 13, 2024 at 4:15 AM
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THE STORY OF THE COMMUNE
Art piece; digital rendering over traditional scan, depicts pink, glassy, biological ululations spreading and branching in an abstracted fashion in a long rectangular composition.
December 9, 2024 at 4:15 PM
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raw unedited version of instagram painting for you special, bluesky people
diamond-shaped fauvist portrait of a boy with their face cupped in their hands. pink flowers and a spiderweb erupt from the right of the composition
November 17, 2024 at 10:46 PM
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After Felix Gonzalez-Torres
two clocks. and two of the same drawing of a man's collarbone and jaw, facing right, with hair sweeping over his eyes and neck. except the bottom image is on a post-it noe and drawn in pencil, with a tattoo over the collarbone that says "do not rescusitate".
October 24, 2024 at 12:07 AM
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Warming, pt. 4 / #poetry
Sleep was taken. Limp. Without resistance. Which we confused. For consent. Fire riding. Our absence. And where. The forest would’ve. Housed us. With patterns. Enclosing the patterns. Of my hands. Pumping. The heart. To get back. To work. Now it’s always. Daytime. Sadness. Fluttered. I remember. How pink the inside. Of sleep dried. Hollow as. A glove. Or a bank. Against the ribs. Of trees. Scared of retribution. I turned away. But secretly.
October 6, 2024 at 2:11 PM
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August 7, 2024 at 1:50 AM
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Warming, pt. 3 / #poetry
Screenshot of a poem that reads: So much for warming. I hungered. After it. Hungered for the district. I claim my nudity. Was in protest. But secretly. I dream. Of a mashrabiya. The oriel patterns. Enclosing the patterns. Of light on my body. As mammals. We get it. From ourselves. All human. Activity is somewhere. Between purchasing. And producing heat. Tight as. Skin I dream of. Vespertine. Groves of men. Who find the secret. To love in me. For me.
July 2, 2024 at 12:58 AM
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Warming, pt. 2 / #poetry
Screenshot of a poem that reads: "Deprivation. I’ve been saying. Is heat in the brain. And behind the neck. Fills the vein there. To scar-colour. To itching. I’ve been held. By my mother. By the spine. For months. After I felt death. At the desk. The gallery held. A window streaming. With gross brightness. You could watch. The earth. Empty out into light. There aren’t enough words. For fire. I spent my nights. Weeping. Still vending. Always wasting my clothes. Torn off me. Or when I burst. Into flames like this."
June 28, 2024 at 6:12 PM
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Warming, pt. 1 / #poetry
Screenshot of a poem that reads: Fire bursts from. Inside my gloves. I know the secret. To love. Is in me. Somewhere but watching. The other sellers. I think sadness continues. Sadness. Like the blast. Climbing the fuel ladder. And fire continues fire. Weeping it travels. Home mumbling. Night mumbling. Meat store. Night market. Mumbling like everyone. Else here. Like the walk. A girl makes. To the gallows. Determined to give. All of us. A clean one.
June 27, 2024 at 2:58 AM
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callery pear
May 14, 2024 at 4:49 AM
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edifices, pre-work. i tend to like thumbnails more than finished results
research page with painting cutouts of salman toor and anthony cudahy's work. also has inscrutable notes in my inscrutable handwriting research on textile patterns from variosu cultures: indonesian batik, japanese kiku, islamic arabesque, indian patola. three layers of notes in this one, and unseen are contemporary pieces from star crop eared wolf and david garneau
May 12, 2024 at 9:08 PM
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v late but i remembered this after cleaning this ornate little (probably plastic) bottle out and perfume fell from it on me. so now my fingers smell like perfume, stained everywhere. reason enough i think, just that one moment
January 13, 2024 at 10:08 PM