Yvepaints - Blog Posts

BELATED happy National Poetry Month!

“I Know Crips Live Here” by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

“Prayer for Werewolves” by Stephanie Burt

“Tin Busket” by Jenny George

“Give Ear to My Words (Psalm 5)” by Ernesto Cardenal

“Penelope / Odysseus” by Alex Peery Clark @two-bees-poetry

“Achilles / Patroclus” by LJ Moore

“First They Came for the Jews” by Pastor Niemöller

“Two-Headed Calf” by Laura Gilpin

“she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father.” by @inkskinned

“all this living is catching up to me” by @hauntedomens

“The Hymn of Patroclus” by Penelope L. P. @penelopelpa

“The first lines of emails I’ve received while quarantining” by Jessica Salfia

“Song for Baby-O, Unborn” by Diane di Prima

“Question” by May Swenson

“Young People” by Richie Hofmann

“The Bronze Arms” by Richie Hofmann

“The Trans Agenda is to Keep My F*cking Friends Alive” by Sol Rios

“For a Student Who Used AI to Write a Paper” by Joseph Fasano

“The Boy Scout Pledge” by Michael Glatze

“How to Watch Your Brother Die” by Michael Lassell

“We Have Enough Dead Friends” by Lena Oleanderson @lena-oleanderson

The aforementioned @jonnywaistcoat post ⬇️

Untitled (warning: gore, war)

Metallic petrichor grows into my lungs

As reverse-aged wine flows into a blood sea.

Trauma stains the Earth,

Unresolved cruelty bleeding

Into the forest floor.

The moss cannot process fast enough,

Becoming a crimson-dyed carpet,

Sponging out vermillion blood.

Untitled (warning: gore, war)

Metallic petrichor grows into my lungs

As reverse-aged wine flows into a blood sea.

Trauma stains the Earth,

Unresolved cruelty bleeding

Into the forest floor.

The moss cannot process fast enough,

Becoming a crimson-dyed carpet,

Sponging out vermillion blood.

If you step carefully, the woods will still chatter and whisper about your presence. A maple may brush your hair with a long, skinny arm. Dry yarrow stalks will claw at your clothes; you may need a sewing kit.

“Eclipse,” acrylic & oil on stretched canvas, 2024

Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints

“Basket of Flowers,” watercolor on paper, 2025

Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints

digital collage, 2024 ft. acrylic & glitter on stretched canvas, 2018

acrylic on stretched canvas, 2023

Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints

Eclipse: a DIY punk TTRPG by @yvepaints

Welcome to Eclipse’s game dev blog!

Eclipse is in extremely early phases. It is not available for purchase anywhere. This pinned post will be updated periodically with the current phase of development.

Current phase: initial design & writing

Game dev blog is live!

Check out @eclipsettrpg for more!

“Prairie Winds,” acrylic & glitter on stretched canvas, 2023

Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints

acrylic on vegetable, 2024

Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints

Your art is amazing for learning how to stylize features! (It’s gorgeous regardless but I thought I’d share what I’ve gleaned from it.)

Don’t mind him being pastel. I color coded the steps haha.

Oh my goodness!! I LOVE this!!! Thank you so much, glad my art is helpful in some way! 🥰

Reblogging my art with folk songs I feel are fitting part 3

18 (warning: suicidal thoughts)

Blow out the candles, darling.

You might make it to 18.

After all the nights crying

Through gritted teeth.

After the day you thought

That if you killed yourself

Their lives would be more pleasing.

Congratulations, darling.

You’re almost 18.

Reblogging my art with folk songs I feel are fitting part 2

after “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller (warning: violence)

Heliotropic soul who smells of spring.

Sunshine hair with gold-leafed summer irises,

Bright, shining from alabaster flesh.

Chiseled hands over carved wood,

Sinew-plucked strings.

They would never draw blood.

Winter is a minimalist,

Warmed by our roseate love,

Thawed anew.

Reblogging my art with folk songs I feel are fitting part 1

Untitled (warning: violence against marginalized & minority populations)

Sitting on the ground reading Emily Dickinson

Just me, God, and the ants

One on my ankle, one on my shoe

I’m sure I’m getting eat up

Oh well

There are worse things that bite

acrylic & glitter on stretched canvas, 2018

Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints

trick or treat >:D!!!!

“Athena Parthenos” (photos taken at the Parthenon in Centennial Park 9-1-23)

trick or treat!

“Centennial Means 500 Years of Genocide!” by Ricardo Favela (photo taken at Frist Art Museum 9-21-24)

TRICK OR TREAT

“Tenth Annual Día de los Muertos Celebration” by Luis C. González (photo taken at Frist Art Museum 9-21-24)

Trick or treat :3

“Rules of Cats” by Elise Bainbridge (photo taken at Frist Art Museum 9-21-24)

💡 front porch light on!

You shall receive arts & media recs from a wee little painter 👩‍🎨

after “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller (warning: violence)

Heliotropic soul who smells of spring.

Sunshine hair with gold-leafed summer irises,

Bright, shining from alabaster flesh.

Chiseled hands over carved wood,

Sinew-plucked strings.

They would never draw blood.

Winter is a minimalist,

Warmed by our roseate love,

Thawed anew.

Untitled (warning: violence against marginalized & minority populations)

Sitting on the ground reading Emily Dickinson

Just me, God, and the ants

One on my ankle, one on my shoe

I’m sure I’m getting eat up

Oh well

There are worse things that bite

Fix (warning: substances, abuse, enslavement, self harm, suicidal ideation)

Pile up my substances

I want control

Obey my captors

The same old, same old

Countless masters I serve

Superficial reality

Rinse and repeat

Lies I tell myself to fall asleep

Cut up my willpower

And sell it to a fallacy

I want my life back

Tell me it’s not too late

Don’t want to say goodbye

Sick of paying for mistakes

I Spy Shadow Box, art camp 2024

Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints

Hallway (warning: horror, death, blood, gore, violence)

The PA system boomed

“They’ve made it into the school.

Lock and barricade your current room.”

I was in the hallway.

A stampede of bodies arose,

Living turning to dead to decompose.

Frightened and running through pools,

Slipping on blood in the hallway.

Beings crammed behind doors,

Quasi train cars as hopeful shields from doom.

Fearful faces cowered from windows,

Hiding from monsters in the hallway.

The growls approached.

The claws made their presence known.

Limbs and organs covered the floor.

The monsters were hungry for more than those in the hallway.

Blood-Singed II (warning: addiction, body horror)

Burnt red wine

Slinking down to slender fingertips

As sweet blood

With bite.

Wholly tremoring

With a fragile gaze

And blurred existence.

Lovers

Velvet blood coursing through intertwining paths

Supported by ebony pillars of bone

Supporting us in dance.

Your tender flesh, your cradling warmth

Clasped around my waist

Like it was made for your hands to rest on.

My limbs hung over your shoulders, around your neck

Like a garland made to grace your collar,

Pull you closer,

Hold us together, lovers.