#cryptidcore
“A split-second interlude, flickering memories, and branching paths that seem to call your name…”
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Summary of art 2021
Well that was a year. While i shriek about the erratic passage of time, here are things i did this year. Thank you for sticking around !
Crossing my fingers and hoping i’ll have time to start comics once this school year is finally over !
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well, it’s been a year !
It’s so fun to look through this tag and see how much people look like their art ✨ I’m still not sure i do, though i’ve got to admit that ever since i was a teenager, i’ve been drawing a lot of weird little people with funky green hair :-)
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Cyber Sales on Redbubble !
If you’ve been wanting to get prints (and other neat goodies) with various critters on them, now’s the time !
▪︎ cryptixotic.redbubble.com
Thank you so much for supporting my art, it means the world to me - i hope my little creatures will bring good fortune to you ♡
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【Ｍｅｍｐｈｉｓ ｃｕｒｉｏｓｉｔｉｅｓ】
Colored version of this set of botanical illustrations. These pieces were commissioned to decorate a doctor’s office ♥
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Altered thrift store prints, now with added cryptids.
you think the forest is a refuge
yet the trees twist up and away into the sky
bending away as if to aviod the touch of disease
this is not a safe place
the things darting through the underbrush
know what you did
and they are not afraid of sickness
in your dreams you are running. full of a heaviness that seems as if the universe rests there. the ache for something no longer there hangs in the air like the rain before a storm. dark clouds gather on the horizon but the sky is silent
bright golden fields stretch on endlessly, a cracked pavement road sprawls out beside you. the buzzing of powerlines above your head a constant companion. this looks familiar, have you gone in a circle? the grass whistles and rubs together. are you really alone? the static rises to behind your eyes and the sky goes dark.
and so the sun sets on the final day
lace and flowers hide the ruin so well
do not unbury the buried
they are there for a reason
prayers might not save you this time
a crumbling church sits abandoned, do not go inside. you will not be the same thing when you come back out. there is nothing in there but empty space to spill devotion to a god that does not exist. those who remain there would eat away at what little of you is left until you also do not remember the beautiful tragedy of being human
do you see them marching in their rows
will they come back
or will they become just one more face
gone and forgotton
even in death
Do you trust your eyes? Something moves in the corner. When was the last time you saw something that wasn’t there? This has happened before. When was the last time you saw something that stirred an old dead feeling inside you? It didn’t used to be like this. Have you seen that before? It moves closer. When was the last time you saw movement that didn’t exist? This time won’t be the same. How much can you trust your eyes? Darkness envelops you. This hasn’t happened before. Do you really trust your eyes to comprehend the thing lurking in the shadows? The flickering light betrays your place, a head snaps up realizing they might not be alone.
and the hills swallowed you whole
i’m sorry i didn’t warn you sooner
may the fog hide you
and carry you saftely to your harbor
am i the one you dream about at night?
how do you see me?
you told me once
and i asked you
how could you make something so beautiful
out of crumbling ash?
in your eyes
i am something i do not recognize
how do you claim to love something so unholy?
one day
you will melt into the arms
of someone who knows you
entirely
as time does
when the world blurs
as consciousness does
when sleep takes hold
