"Stay angry, little Meg," Mrs. Whatsit whispered. "You will need all your anger now.”

back in the studio working on this piece and it’s finally coming together in a way that gives me excitable energy. exploring new routes and dimensions, but also managing the voice in my head who likes to tell me it’s not good enough- art is always brave isn’t it? i’m gonna lean into that narrative.✨

the sexual tension between Lucifer and God. 🔥

sometimes life feels like i am being pointed at with a gun to my chest, and in response to that i flash life my tits and i’ll say:

thank-you. *tips hat*
and
you’re welcome. ✌️

my favorite paintings are the ones that look like they took a beating to be made. curious enough- the people i end up falling in love with look similar.

me when i was 14:
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life is pain, swallow it.

meg here. not for the faint of heart or anyone without a sense of humor. i like a lot of things, especially painting dicks as precious creatures.