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A big thank you to the brilliant Sabina Ibric. Her poem inspired inspired me to think about the hard lives some of us live, and how we must distance ourselves from the world of the living. Fortress by Sabina Ibric Oh heart It seems like In this loneliness I've made you a fortress In which I hide And now I come to see If I want someone to know me Maybe I'll have to Break you #unmarked

So this drawing was in line to be posted last week but I didn't because it felt weird to be posting about my sex life, but then I concluded this is not a sex life, it's a Woody Allen rant. That's what it is, essentially. Being a woman is a Woody Allen rant more often than not, for me. When I drew this a few months back I had decided I would never ignore my rant modes again, so I drew it to celebrate that discovery. I had ignored all the red flags I saw, rationalizing that foo

I've always been one of those people. The ones who define themselves by whatever others think of them, the ones whose entire identity often revolves around whatever romantic expectations they have at the moment. I always need someone to tell me who I am, and what my value is. And it all works just fine until I find out they're not reliable, that they will abuse their power over me, play games or simply disappear without a word, and then my insides are all just lying there dis

I seem to be going through an artistic crisis these days. I feel like I don't have anything relevant to say, which is honestly the worst feeling ever. All I see is emptiness... Back in the day I used to believe I'd never run out of material because even if I didn't have new ideas I could still make art about not having new ideas. So that's what I did here, I tried to communicate my crisis through drawing, but it wasn't as satisfying as I thought it would be, which makes me wo

This one is about how a caretaker relationship is a lot like a marriage, but with someone who I'd never ever ever marry. Ever. #caretaking

So I have been in an unusually long absence from the page, which can be explained by the fact I am training a new caretaker and that is completely exhausting. So exhausting I can't even word this sentence in a way that sounds cleverer (is that a word? No, seriously, I'm Brazilian). That reminded me of how freakishly clueless people seem to be when it comes to the reality of paying someone to keep you alive, so I thought I'd return with something on the subject. This is my por