Latest Posts by juanalogues - Page 3
COMPARISON PHOTOS: hubble vs james webb
SMACS 0723
southern ring nebula
carina nebula (NGC 3324)
stephan's quintet
4/12/22
Thoughts to my dad in a Philly bar
shower
4/12/22
4/11/22
i’m-
blossom beating
4/10/22
to be a goose
4/8/22 (3)
this is a silly one, but my friend and I while we were in Massachusetts passed a few berry bogs, and one in particular had two geese just happily living their lives, and it inspired this haiku that day
Windy Wishes
4/8/22 (2)
Thoughts in the early morning
4/8/22
A haiku for Boston
4/6/22
this pride month I am wishing everyone a very stop overanalyzing yourself and just have fun with it. have gay sex. don't have any sex. try on a new gender. stop caring about gender at all. talk to your doctor about hormones. go on a date. break up with the person you dont love. whatever it is you have been putting off doing by dithering about it in your head. just do that and fully experience how it feels without trying to put it into words. if you still need a word for it later there will be one. they aren't going anywhere. but people were here before language and there's only so far language can go in giving you a fulfilling human experience. so if you are hiding behind finding the right words for whatever it is your heart wants i hope this month you get the courage to just do it instead.
4/5/22 (2)
Hello! Took a little break from posting haikus because I was in Spain, but I’m back!
Question: should I start titling my haikus?
4/4/22
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I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.
Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.
The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.
I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.
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I found old sketch for this while I was searching for something else.
So I’ve finished it and now I also forget what I was searching for in the first place….
i finished this a while ago and never got around to posting it until now, my bad lol
i'm really happy with the way this one turned out!! the anatomy is a little scuffed in some places, and there's some other technical bits that are incorrect, but it just has a vibe 🤌 y'know? bgsdgdgn
this was my description i used in my college application portfolio, thought id share it!
This drawing, like many others, was one of those images that wouldn't leave my mind. A painter, sitting distraught in front of an empty canvas. The struggle of creation is an idea that intrigues me to no end, mostly because it's a struggle I deal with daily, but also because I find it extremely vulnerable. There is nothing closer to a person's expression of their soul than the art they make. And like in my piece "artist's glare," (this is what I titled that blue period drawing of yatora from a while back) the focus is not on the artwork itself, but on the artist as they make it.
This illustration is also autobiographical, I myself am not a painter, but after a night of spiraling through who I wanted to be as an artist and what kind of art I wanted to create, I finally caved and drew what I was feeling. After working on it for a while I took a step back and realized that I felt healed. This was the kind of art I wanted to make, art that could heal, art that could express myself.
When I see this picture, I feel comforted. This feels so familiar.
Last night, I got into some conversations with my friends about life, heaven, past lives and future lives. I will never know who or what I lived in my past or future, because the only plane that we truly know is real, and the only one we have control over is the present. But I see an image like this, I know I’ve been these before. I’ve swam in these water, basked in these iridescent light beams.
And I look foreword to the moment I get to do it all again.
I hope to see you there
Lost.
Navigating our emotions can be disorienting.
One moment passes at the blink of an eye while others seem to linger.
For better or worse being lost is inherently a state of exploration.
I’m finding my way, whatever that may be.
I hope to see you there.
~about me~
25 years old, she/they
queer writer, dramaturg, and musician
lover of books, sea creatures, poetry, winter, bugs, theatre, illustrations, music, art, nature, and so much more
hater of capital letters
welcome to my blog!
(i go by Juana or JP and use them interchangeably)
something I often do of this page is pair a piece of poetry I’ve written with an ai generated art piece!