Tribes: Ascend
Sitting in the engine of a sunken L-1011, Aqaba, Jordan, source 77xp.
"Toward a Concrete Utopia: Architecture of Yugoslavia, 1948-1980" by Valentin Jeck, 2018 (Pt. 1)
Theres a triceratops skull floating behind me every second of the day who tells me what to do. Right now hes saying i should swallow 9 mm rounds to charge them with elemental damage
today : alien posting 👽
durring my obsession with all things fantasy and such , i also found myself heavily drawn to sci fi themes and subject matter :0 i ended up making A LOT of alien artwork >:3
exploring ancient ruins on an alien world :D (feb 2023)
an otherworldly visitor >:3 (mar 2023)
"alien :)" (apr 2023)
"alien" >:) (may 2023)
cw below : body horror/gore art
lots of smaller alien doodles and illustrations :) (dec 2022 - mar 2023)
glancing out my window to see the neighbors dog standing on its hind legs wielding a greatsword but I turn away for one second to grab my camera and he’s back on his 4 legs like normal and the blade is missing
fuck dude. my pet operating system just crashed.
Unlike most realists, Marx does not see art as precious because it reflects reality. On the contrary, it is most relevant to humanity when it is an end in itself. Art is a critique of instrumental reason. John Milton sold Paradise Lost to a publisher for five pounds, but he produced it ‘for the same reason that a silkworm produces silk. It was an activity wholly natural to him.’ In its free, harmonious expression of human powers, art is a prototype of what it is to live well. It is radical not so much because of what it says as because of what it is. It is an image of non-alienated labour in a world in which men and women fail to recognise themselves in what they create.
Terry Eagleton, Be like the Silkworm
