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F.P. Hirsch
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Queer and disabled writer and artist / He/him / 24
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It's been a long time since I've had art to post! That's what traveling does to you. This is #gouache and #oilpastel done from a picture I took out my grandmother's window. Due to the oil pastels I couldn't put this one on the scanner, so just a phone picture today!
Landscape painting in blues and greens with a warm hue to it. There are trees on the left and right sides of the page. In the foreground are yellow flowers in a field. The sun peaks out from behind a series of clouds.
November 22, 2025 at 12:11 AM
fphirsch.bsky.social
I think I may try branching out from doing landscapes... eventually. They're just too fun! #painting #landscape #gouache #art
A gouache painting of a landscape with a cloudy sky and background forest. In the foreground are two weeping cypress trees.
May 19, 2025 at 3:15 PM
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Another landscape! This one is inspired by the photos my dad would take while fishing. #painting #gouache #art
Gouache painting of a lake with a dark forest at the edge of it. There are many clouds in the sky, and there is a fishing pole across the center of the painting. In the bottom right corner, there are many reeds poking up. The painting was finished with colored pencil details.
May 18, 2025 at 1:17 PM
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A little landscape painting in purple for tonight #painting #acrylic #nature #drawing #new
May 18, 2025 at 1:26 AM
fphirsch.bsky.social
I originally made this account for my poetry, but recently I've been learning how to paint! I'm enjoying landscapes so far.
Gouache painting of a mountainous desert landscape with a blue sky and minimal clouds. In the foreground are three small cowboys.
May 17, 2025 at 6:25 PM
fphirsch.bsky.social
What do you guys do when writer's block hits?
November 22, 2024 at 1:58 AM
fphirsch.bsky.social
Does there ever come a time where you stop being nervous at open mics?
November 20, 2024 at 2:19 AM
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Beautiful poem up this week from Tanya Rastogi: “Where the Birds Went”

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Poem by Tanya Rastogi called Where the Birds Went. It reads: Beneath July sun, a voice unravels into kitchen smoke, golden oil coating our crooked girl teeth. Here, you ask me where the birds went, and I answer– where it's clean, which is to say: where we are still dew-fresh and petaled. Today we search for our reflection in the shit-green puddle beside the sewer drain. You open your mouth and contort your lips like a fish. I open my mouth and surrender to vanity, skin peeling in soft scales. A face replicated to split tenderly under rough tongue–and maybe this mouth hung loose long before the final bleed, hemoglobin eddying in smooth blue light. Home videos replacing heartbeat. Repetition as a plea for return. On the pavement, we birth slick brown cheeks and “Where the Birds Went” by Tanya Rastogi continues: a want greater than thirst. Ma does not know this body is not ours, lungs overfilled with prayers for American excellence, curls disentangled to ribboned polyester: Participant of. Runner-up. First place! The UV index is 9 and the air absorbs our breath and we wish we were inside, burnt fingers splayed in sacrifice atop the cutting board, onions coaxing shame from our hungering eyes. After we decided sinlessness was too heavy to inherit, Ma sank through the orange-moon slits of light that paint the living room at 2am, silvered silently to the glint of unwashed dishes and our melted reflection begging for materiality. It's only noon and we're starting to feel a little faint, a little weightless. Unborn, rosy-pink, and maybe it's time we unlearn how flowers unfurl–soft, to the sky, loved, and then– digested between the jaws of a thousand flies.
November 20, 2024 at 12:31 AM