@aspennotpoplar
I'm a 33yo queer, disabled artist based in NC, with a primary focus on textiles, painting, and jewelry, with a bit of writing peppered in. I'd love to make connections with other artists and find people who love what I do!
She (the human) becomes a sort of wandering hero because her nature is to stop and help anywhere she can... and it is this that leads her to find what she has been searching for, in a manner of speaking, at least. :) I'm obsessed with my main characters, Danica and Isobel. (Danica is the werewife.)
At the least I've been writing a bit lately. Got this story idea, sapphic fantasy romance novel. It's been consuming my thoughts in a real good way. The idea is that a woman becomes a werewolf and her wife becomes a knight-errant sort, tracking her werewife across the world and looking for a cure.
I haven't really been here in a while, and I hate that for myself. This is such a good platform and I want to make friends. Maybe even sell some art. But I have honestly been dealing with a deep depression (big shock with the world today as it is) and I've barely even been arting anything.. sigh.
Racoon: what is this stuff?
Me: it’s our garbage
Racoon: it’s delicious, I understand why you chase me away from it, do you eat it?
Me: no we’re trying to get rid of it
Racoon: ok I guess I don’t fucking understand at all then
<3 Oh, how I love that movie.
A drawing of two cats wearing fashionable clothing with a red heart theme, their paws linked as they gaze fondly at each other.
They're on a date uwu 🐱💖🐱 #art #cuteart #cats
A digitally painted pet portrait of a black and tortoiseshell mix cat with green eyes and dark brown and black fur, with pink ears and a black nose. She has a solemn expression and sits raised up off a background of greenery and leafy grunge texture, separated from it by her shadow. The painting has an oil painting appearance to it, almost.
This is a portrait of my baby, Gemma, my tortie/black cat mix, which I recently completed. I'm really proud of how fast my digital art skills are advancing! Created in Procreate.
💖🎨🖌️🐈😻🥰💖
#cats #digitalart #petportrait #feline #digitalpainting #procreate #kitty #catlovers #digitalartist #blackcats
Repost with your apocalypse skills
Advanced crochet / some knitting
Garment construction / mending / sewing
Cooking, baking
Teaching what I know
Conflict resolution and mediation
Clear writing skills (useful for clarity in group rules?)
Textile crafts
Storytelling / entertainment
Gives good hugs <3
“Your rage makes sense” -Shine Your light 🕯️
@ A Restful Space
Oh, that's just incredible!
Just saw a farmer say, "you don't have to admit you were wrong, you have to admit you were lied to, " and idk that seems like a good framing to call people in
"But how am I supposed to find time for my art when I'm working full time?"
Time theft. You commit time theft. You're already getting screwed by your employers. They're not paying you enough for the time you give them. Do it on the clock. Even if it's just a few words on a scrap of paper.
for context of me wildly laughing in the last post:
hahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa
Do you know why a president would do all the most evil and heinous shit via Executive Order? Because his party can't easily make it law. And if they can't make it law, they can't make it last.
Don't let anyone make you feel like this is The End. Do not let them demoralize you. Live to see them die.
Bodily autonomy means bodily autonomy. Full stop. Your body belongs to you and nobody else gets to decide what you do to it.
Have an abortion. Take HRT. Have sex for money. Have sex for free. Have no sex at all. Gain weight. Lose weight. Get a tattoo. What's right for you is your right.
Trans and nonbinary fam, please listen to me. I know you're hurt. I know you're full of rage. I know you're scared, and not knowing what's coming doesn't help. But this is the most important thing going forward: You must survive. YOU MUST SURVIVE. YOU (yes, YOU, the person reading this, I swear to fuck I'm talking to YOU) MUST do EVERYTHING YOU CAN to remain on this side of the ground. They want us to not exist. They want to pretend we're not real. They want to pretend we don't matter. And the biggest act of defiance any of us can do, the best way any of us can fight them, is to continue existing in spite of all they do.
wrote this in the trans tuesday essay after the election and it bears repeating today
my trans siblings, i love you
we need you 🩷
Absolutely incredible work!!
a banner which reads Trans Rights Are Human Rights surrounded by stars and yellow roses
Being trans is a joy and a gift! Some folks are trying to take away that joy! We will not let them! We will become even more trans and more joyful as time goes on!
I am furious, filled to the brim with rage. But I am going to retreat into art until I feel calm enough to do anything. Bc even small acts matter. Listen to someone who's facing direct consequences of all this horseshit, make them feel heard and seen. That matters. Every act of kindness matters.
transcript of a poem on a background depicting a shoreline with a wave lapping against it: i. a hollow throat, a ringing head. a poison, well beyond my power. an aching of the weary soul. a new torment every hour. no loving word, no soft caress. no mercy, no release from pain. no god's hand could lift this curse, and knowing, I shall face it again, again, again. credited @aspennotpoplar.bsky.social
transcript of a poem on a background depicting a shoreline with a wave lapping against it: ii. a relentless force, flooding outward in a tide of rippling woe, as bereft as one could be of hope: and nowhere left to go. some sudden, ancient omen shudders deep within. claws its way up through my throat, writhes inside my very skin. in twisted, vile symmetry; as Greek prophecy implored, it cries and wails so bitterly, and it will not be ignored. dismay. despair. distress. I can do naught but bluster. this presence that has possessed me has more than dulled my luster. credited @aspennotpoplar.bsky.social
transcript of a poem on a background depicting a shoreline with a wave lapping against it: iii. meltdown implies a crucible, a test of mettle, a burning-away. in truth, it is a hollowing-out, like ghoulish gourds upon display. 'tis my ordeal to face alone: i fear none can help my cries. battered, bruised, and worn still my will must galvanize. and in the present moment the hurricane within is all my being can perceive, i hear naught else above the din this bitter, wayward tempest, this vivid, infinite demise. inside, my heart has shattered scarlet shrapnel, my only prize. credited @aspennotpoplar.bsky.social
transcript of a poem on a background depicting a shoreline with a wave lapping against it: iv. like bloody streaks upon the sand i lie spent on barren ground. the aftermath, the devastation for miles, is all that's found. my inner seas are quiet at last, as calm as bluest sky. yet this truth is writ in somber stone: I stand only in the eye. credited @aspennotpoplar.bsky.social
An original poem in four vignettes, dedicated to all autistic friends who experience meltdowns in a similar way... My hope in sharing something so raw is that some of you may feel seen. With love, I hope the storm you're in passes soon. ❤️ Be well.
#poetry #autistic #autism #meltdown #poem #AuDHD
Happy Caturday 😽🤍
Post from John Perricone 3d • Several years ago l invited a Buddhist monk to speak to my Senior elective class, and quite interestingly, as he entered the room, he didn't say a word (that caught everyone's attention). He just walked to the board and wrote this: "EVERYONE WANTS TO SAVE THE WORLD, BUT NO ONE WANTS TO HELP MOM DO THE DISHES." We all laughed. But then he went on to say this to my students: "Statistically, it's highly unlikely that any of you will ever have the opportunity to run into a burning orphanage and rescue an infant. But, in the smallest gesture of kindness -- a warm smile, holding the door for the person behind you, shoveling the driveway of the elderly person next door -- you have committed an act of immeasurable profundity, because to each of us, our life is our universe."
Been thinking about this a lot (not tagging the sender, for their privacy). Most of us won't have the chance for for grand, capital-R Resistance heroics. But every one of us will have a thousand small choices to make about how to live our lives and where to draw lines. Use them well.
OMG! ROWAN WE COULD HAVE TALKED THIS OUT, THERE WAS NO NEED TO ATTACK ME IN PUBLIC LIKE THIS 😱 lmfao, shit. saaaaaaame.
Anything for you, my dear friend! 🥰 Glad you like it! And the poem is awesome, as usual! 😄
Thank you! I appreciate your kind comment. 💖
“In 150 characters or less” by @nikitagill.bsky.social
My friend's poem. It's very powerful, and worth a listen, a read. Be a weed.
transcript of poem overlaid on white across a photo of tea set by the fireside: Respite when so much of the world is cloaked in fear, and tyrants' hate pours forth like bile, let me welcome you to my fireside, and invite you to rest a while. i do not have the answers; i cannot make them cease. but i can offer tea and haven and, maybe, some relief. let tension melt away like ice, know that you have every right to be. and if only here, and for this day, know you are safe with me. -- Aspen Evelyn Schiller @aspennotpoplar.bsky.social www.ko-fi.com/ANP
Here is a #tinypoem for you, a simple one called Respite... that's all I want right now. 💜 Take care, dear ones.
pic credit: hello aesthe on Pexels
#poem transcript in ALT text.
#rest #recovery #resistance #solace #haven #queerpoet #transpoetry #queerpoetry #poetry #poet #tea #warmth #safespace