Woot woot poop hand is still here
I have poop hand from taking such a long break from drawing so I hate everything :)
Hello this is one of my final projects for college! It’s the largest piece of art that I’ve ever done as well. I really wanted to challenge myself artistically and I thought what better way to do that than put myself outside of my own comfort zone. So I went as huge as a could with the paper I could find and then went from there. This piece is made with watercolor, acrylic, ink and gesso, and acrylic paint pen. This piece is a self portrait and it has a lot of meaning behind it. The figure in the center has no face but instead a chaotic mess of hairy color and eyes. The eyes are something I’ve been drawing for awhile because I feel like they depict the energy of my insides. The insides that nobody else sees. The only part of myself that I only know. The body is female oriented but I don’t know if it truly screams feminine. I like that there’s a breast but I also like that it’s not focused on being “female”. It’s androgynous. It’s me, it’s my soul and my identity. The way the body is curled up but with legs out stretched and how there’s a bit of “face” poking out shows defense and offense. I forgot I can play both positions. Anyway blah blah blah I could go on but I’ve already written a paragraph and I don’t know if any of y’all would read this fucking far. I’m Taylor Norbury, I’m proud of this fuckin shit, and thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.
Wow I’m so stressed out rn 💝💝💝💝
A person from my drawing class drew me and this will now be my official brand™️image now
Be careful, shawty got metaphorical and literal tricks up her sleeves♪
@grace.gautereaux I’ve finally completed ur Greek inspired gays (hunny wit the legs is Athena) I hope u like
The implications of reflection have startled me into quite a sorrow that is nearly impossible to get out of my teeth. So I asked for it to end. End me.
Toasted baby 💧🦋💋
Wish I didn’t make the arms green but such is liiiiifee♪ ♪
Enjoy my poetry sad humans. Send me poetry too if you wish it.
I had a dream last night that we were still in love and that we were looking into each other’s eyes and just melting like we used to.