Witch burnings, Deathfest, and some recent bits from my Sketchbook
I have to do something to keep myself from feeling entirely deflated and discouraged from existing, otherwise I'll never get out of bed ever again. I may continue to prove useless but the restlessness stirring behind the impenetrable walls of hopelessness in my brain desperately need an outlet, so again, here we are. It's dorkin' time.
BURNING A SINNER
A media trope I have a fascination with is a good ol' witch burning. I don't entirely know why the tragedy of a terrible misunderstanding or unjust persecution and execution speaks to me, I suppose it's among my greatest fears. The fear of being misunderstood is something that's plagued both my adolescence and adult life. When I'm misunderstood, it inexplicably brings me to tears. I despise explaining myself when it feels useless to do so. I feel bitter and rage toward myself for not doing better to convey myself initially. This lack of forgiveness, turning lethal and aggressive, combined with a faith in others whom we expect to act in our best interest, it creates a horrifying storm of public shame, personal shame, and the often mortal futility of standing up for one's personal integrity & principle.
But IDK really, maybe I'm just simply taken by the power of an image of a woman burning at the stake.
✧ A handful of my favorite films & shows with varying degrees of witches burning (or just like, combusting into flames or whatever):
Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (1970)
Hagazussa: A Heathen's Curse (2017)
✧ A few of my favorite tunes in the realm of witch burnings and witches and burnings and such:
✧ Some things I've made in a similar aesthetic realm:
At the end of January, I had a really cute and fun weekend in Los Angeles to attend California Deathfest!
We stayed at The Freehand downtown, which was a great home-base for ogling historic architecture and finding yummy food & libations within a walkable distance. I previously didn't have a very good impression of the city, having only been once some five or six years ago, but during this lil vacation I grew to appreciate it much more. I had some time to myself to sit in our hotel room, flipping through Lost Los Angeles while listening to the city sounds. I felt very at peace. I was also very creatively charged! I quickly filled up a number of sketchbook pages within days of returning home, which was a very welcome sort of madness. ♡
The first few are some sketches from the aforementioned weekend in Los Angeles, including a yummy breakfast at Uncle John's and some of the surrounding urban architecture. Then I went on to scribble some fairies, fashion, legs and limbs and anime mommy faces galore lol. I love the little bits of ideas floating around here, some of which you may have seen become full-fledged pieces (if you poke around my store or instagram feed enough, heh!)
♡ Many thanks for reading my ramblings and flipping through my sketchbook! ♡