i love being an artist/creator. the ability humans have to create things is probably the Greatest Superpower like, look at this lil rooster i just drew for no reason
he’s gay, and he doesn’t get enough sleep, but lives a decent enough life. i relate to this rooster
look at this hippo i drew (also gay). she’s having a good day, but she has a secret: she suffers from severe depression. it’d give her a hug if i weren’t so afraid of hippos. sorry martha. i hope tomorrow is as good as today
now see this “sweet” little gran? she hides a dark secret as well. that secret is tax evasion. 55 YEARS of nonpayment of taxes. we’re not surprised, gran. just disappointed
drawing a rooster and making it gay for no reason, or drawing lesbian hippo having a good day, or a criminal old lady (probably also a lesbian - i know her cats are) may seem meaningless enough. but now the world is +1 gay rooster, +1 happy hippo, and +1 tax-evading grandma. without my doing, these specific things wouldn’t exist, but now they’re on your screen and you’re thinking about them and they have been registered into your brains as things that exist. they’re real now
Right? Only? When I read this book in the first grade it felt like she was ancient. But damn less than 60 years ago schools were still segregated
I double checked her age in case this was an old post still floating around tumblr, but it is correct. She turned 62 yesterday (9/8/16).
Excuse me while I go try to wrap my mind around this now…
