"[UNDER IDAHO SKY]"

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Some sort of poster design freaks like me should have hanging above their desk.

I figure it's only natural I delve into some more adult imagery as part of exercising some drawing muscles. There's some cool visual artists on Bandcamp that do some maximalist art in this vein that I like, might as well give my own stab at it. My one friend said this piece shows that I could be a good tattoo artist; my worry is that my art would appear on one of those greasy guys with too many NSFW pieces in too visible of places across his body. Although, that would be cosmically funny in its own way, certainly to spite me. Nonetheless, I think I'll be doing a bit more practice before I start considering flash sheets.

This piece started out with the phrase, appearing to me out of an angry and disgusted haze. I figure this piece appears fairly personal in the first place, so I don't mind getting personal about these hazy feelings. Basically, a major theme I've been struggling with in my transistion is truly feeling and realizing how patriarichal acts (and the patriarchy itself) infect every little thing, including the thoughts of people who may mean well. The power structure of it, whether used to the advantage of men actively, or leaned on in times of weakness by all people to offload responsibility onto those who can exercise power in their stead, is tiresome. I'm sure I'm not saying anything new with that one though.

I suppose in a manic spiral of distrustful paranoia where anything from remembered offhanded comments from my fiance, to old men flirting at me on the bus, crushed me into exhaustion all at once. A vent piece was only natural. Though it does not feature myself (the characters being new), it does channel the emotion: sickness. I'm truly just sick of it all. To resist is tiring, and I strive to... but some days I become so exhauted thinking about it that I almost want to just give in, thinking it would be easier to let the chains wring my neck than to fight it every day. But that's harmful thinking, no? I remembered when I let that happen to me as a child, the tie being a symbol of both the dominator and those dominated my the idea of patriarichal values. Break the cycle or suffer.

Angry lyrics from the song "[dormouse sighs]" by mewithoutYou.

[Uncensored version.]

[11-2-2025]