- “I’m sad.”
- “Well, everyone’s sad.”
Girl Interrupted (1999)
PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME
Everyone, meet Lunultrices polymitario (common name: Mooncream Stitchwing), Lunultrices polymitario, meet everyone.
A gigantic, crepuscular member of the order Lepidoptera, the Mooncream moth is usually sighted flittering heavily through the thick summer dusk, stopping to feed on night-blooming flowers and resting languorously on gnarled trees.
I found this specimen resting on a tree near my apartment last night and was thrilled to find this morning that it had spent the night, allowing me the chance to take considerably better photos of its impressive wings.
This Mooncream moth’s body is made from fur-pieces salvaged from the scraps bin at a fabric store, hot glue, wire and feathers. The wings are hand-embroidered and took approximately 30 episodes of the West Wing to complete (yes, I measure art-time by TV episodes, what of it?).
When I was taking these photos, I fooled a family walking by and some neighbours having breakfast on their porch into thinking it was real, which added to the joy of having finally finished the thing!
Bright Yellow Jacket
Fuck this T-shirt.
Fuck the immortalization of shitty, pointless, superficial soundbites.
Fuck projecting your own feelings of emptiness onto colours, people, or anything else.
Fuck your puffed-up sense of self-importance.
Fuck your precious goth sensibilities.
Fuck anyone who thinks the word fuck isn’t fucking poetic.
Fuck anyone who thinks my rain jacket isn’t, or I’m not for wearing it.
Fuck this fucking T-shirt.
Artist Telmo Pieper Repaints His Own Childhood Drawings
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my love ain’t free