#monthofloveart
“Sapphic Tryst” (print)
Priscilla Kim | priscilla-kim.comMonth of Love 2018, prompt “blue.” My attempt at a Mead Schaeffer-style duotone piece.
I struggled a lot with this prompt, starting and scrapping a couple of different ideas before this one came up just a few days ago and grabbed me enough to finish. For whatever reason, if I had to assign a color to it, women loving women always felt blue to me (perhaps because of the Sapphic -> sapphire similarity, or gay being frequently signaled by pink), so this felt apropos.
My second Month of Love piece.
Much as I love the androgynous and soft butch looks, I also really love femme ladies and fancy dresses. :3
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“Black Girl Craft”
Priscilla Kim | priscilla-kim.comTara Abernathy (from Max Gladstone’s Craft Sequence) for the first prompt of Month of Love 2018, “Black.”
I’ve been wanting to do a piece for the Craft Sequence books, which I discovered and fell in love with maybe a year ago, and this was the perfect push.
Modeled for by the lovely @labillustration, a great artist in her own right.
My first entry as an official artist on the Month of Love!
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A second @monthofloveart entry? NO. WAY.
WAY.
“Euturpe in Pink”
4″ x 4″
watercolor, graphite and carbon with digital beefing-up, on paper
prompt: song
Photoref from unsplash.com
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‘Nothing Says the Most’
For this year’s @monthofloveart, for the prompt: silence
(6″x9″; gesso, Mars Red watercolor, graphite and serendipity on the page of a book)
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Cocoon - by Jeszika Le Vye
Digital Painting
Website: Jeszika.com
My Month of Love piece for the theme: Metamorphosis.
When injured, there is a choice of whether we want to heal. Do we drown ourselves under the pain, become a creature of wounds and wounding? Or do we regrow damaged parts, like an octopus regrowing limbs?
As a cutter for over 15 years, the hardest part of stopping was changing how I saw myself. For all those years, and even sometimes now, I felt that without the cuts, I didn’t look like myself. It felt as if I had on a stranger’s skin and face. To be willing to stop cutting, I had to be willing to see myself as a new person that grew from that skin; that grew from those wounds into something new.
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Mortal Depth - by Jeszika Le Vye
Website: Jeszika.com
I created this for the Month of Love challenge: Innocence.
“Coral pinks of life-full flesh, the fingertip the needle pricks.
The gasp of startled pain, the lips
that close the wound.
Coral crimson of veins, of tentacles
that coil lithe, like curiosity, beyond the edge of things.
Crimson coral of tentacles, of fingers, that curl around the edge of life.
Awareness scatters in a cloud of black ink;
flees into the dark depths.
The current washes the ink away.
The current washes the pink away.
And on the surface, the birds flit capricious,
Indifferent to the depths of things;
Innocent to consequence.”
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Whispers - by Jeszika Le Vye
Website: Jeszika.com
‘Each neuron, whispering to the next,
Each axon carrying a spark of self,
I am a whispered conversation in the labyrinth of my mind.’
I really loved Month of Love’s theme this week: Secrets. It brought to mind all the little pieces of ourselves that we hide from ourselves or build upon; millions of little truths that make us who we are. Some lost in dark corridors of our psyche and some that spark brightly and become more real. We hide secrets from ourselves every moment, and we share secrets with ourselves as well.
What makes us who we are is an elaborate web of sparks, of smoke, of whispered little truths.
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Gold Dust Woman
bySteen
ink, pencil, gold paint
For the fourth prompt of “Metamorphosis” for Month of Love. Based on the lyrics from Gold Dust Woman, by Fleetwood Mac:
Did she make you cry/ Make you break down/ Shatter your illusions of love/ And is it over now do you know how/ Pick up the pieces and go home.
This song means so many different things all at once. In the context of my life right now, it means even more.
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Rest
bySteen
ink & digital
For the second prompt of “Innocence” for Month of Love. Based, loosely, on this excerpt from Mary Oliver’s poem, Wild Geese:
You do not have to be good. /You do not have to walk on your knees /for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. /You only have to let the soft animal of your body /love what it loves.
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