#self portraits
The self-portrait Jon made for Anna. Another favorite couple of mine.
2020 headshots | @jaseminedenisephotography
Good afternoon.. I’m fighting demons with myself lately. But, some of the fight is just trying to get my brain to stick to the concept that I can love myself even with everything that’s happened to me. It’s hard.
But I know if I don’t love me, who will?
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✨✨Self Portrait 2022✨✨
I would expand this and make it a proper comic, but I honestly got too bored to add anything else. Shout out to my mom for keeping me!
Me: I don’t know if I remember how to draw furry characters…
Also me: hehehe fursona go brrrrrrrr :)
God, I wish that sign was hyperbole.
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Inktober - Hide
Allow me to recount the extent that I despise myself.
Looking into mirrors has never been a practice of vanity, no matter the hours I’ve lost staring back at the monster I saw. Illustrations too close to what I am in reality holds no amount of aesthetic merit to me. Family albums are still devoid of years of my life from the fervency I duck out of photos, untag myself on social media, and conveniently crop myself out of.
As much as dysmorphia and disordered eating has dictated that I reject myself, so much of my existence has been poured into that self-hatred. I want to change. I’ve wanted to change since middle school. But recovery is a painful cycle of breaking free, stepping forward, and faltering back into those shadows.
Sometimes, all I can do is hide, and fall apart in isolation.
My diet mostly consists of fruit, soy, dairy, and bubbly things that make my mouth feel sparkly
With the rollout of the new model of the Galaxy Note and a phone upgrade I’ve been waiting very patiently to cash in on, I finally got myself the mobile workstation I’ve wanted for years. I was nervous about the size of the stylus and sensitivity, but woof. My new baby blows my poor old Intuos out of the water, and the S Pen is the perfect size for my extraordinarily tiny hands.
I’ve been doing some pretty furious testing with art apps. I’m still blown away by how far digital art has come on mobile. As disappointed as I am that CSP isn’t on Android, I’ve absolutely fallen in love with ArtFlow (example: sepia tone sketch) and Infinite Painter (literally everything else). The former is extraordinarly similar to PaintTool Sai, and the latter is Clip Studio Paint’s little sibling with an emphasis on illustration and brush customizability.
I uhhhhhh accidentally corrupted Infinite Painter app with a custom brush I made that had to be summarily ejected from my phone, butit’s been incredible having touch screen functionality and gesture commands.
Inktober - Pattern
Life becomes shockingly bearable once you stop fighting your body and listening to its natural rhythms and patterns.
I was diagnosed with delayed sleep phase syndrome at 18. I didn’t know what to do with the label then, and it meant little to my medical team. We live in a world the upholds the 9 to 5 as the norm; anything outside of that is strange and a show of poor character. I’d already been through the process of drugging myself into resting and propping myself up with stimulants since age 8, so that just continued with highly mixed success.
However, I was forced off of the medication dictating an artificial sleep schedule earlier this year. Trying to uphold an early start time was destroying me. I was delirious from lack of sleep, my mental health was an active danger to me, the side effects of the medication were harming my body, and I was functioning, as a whole, worse and worse before 4pm.
While a bedtime of 8am initially made me feel guilty, the difference it’s made in my wellbeing is astounding. People really do need to sleep, and not everybody can sleep at the same times. Myself included! I’ve since embraced being nocturnal, and I now enjoy working late at night while the rest of the world is quiet.
It’s nice to finally not punish myself for needing something.
I’m looking for self-portrait photographers. It occurred to me today that at one point, most of the people I knew online were self-portrait artists - it’s how we all met. Faye Daniels, Jack Scoresby, Molly Broxton, Jacs Fishburne, J.R. Blackwell, so many of my favourite people I met because we had all turned the camera on ourselves. But now I feel like I’m not really finding many new people doing it? Maybe I’m looking in the wrong places?
If you follow any self-portrait artists on Tumblr can you let me know who they are?