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12/02/23
a short poem
let's fall a bit further into the artist's sphere: a trove of lemon peel
moons, rich oil paints, and tangled lines, i paint godly wounds spilling
golden ichor, dip my palms into turpentine and let skin drink its
thickness. in this world, pigment costs more than silver-- by weight,
lightness is measured in brushstrokes.
P.S - Aileen here!
Taking a break from the regularly scheduled depressing content to tell
you that you've discovered a handmade note/tip ;)
If you pinch with two fingers on the rat footer below (or click and
drag), you can play with him! The Spline API isn't connecting right
now (an issue on their end) so clicking on their logo doesn't do
anything- however, you can visit
spline.design if you'd
like to create and embed your own 3D designs