I was inspired to make a community after this post.

This is a dark place.

Most art will leave you feeling inspired and maybe even joyful if not a little thoughtful. Not here.

This is a place of paint drinking gremlins with caustic burns on our hands and ink stains on our feet. A dark, damp basement smelling of bleach and burning. Of empty wallets and ephemeral passions. Of education. Of science.

Most art makes people better, but this place can only make you worse. Poorer, stained, consumed by the craft.

This is an art community for people who don’t just draw, they gather oak galls in the night, pockets full of inkstuffs and hair full of sticks and leaves.

Pictured above: My crowded kitchen counter full of filtering pigments made using the lake pigment method.

The blue and purple are from the same cabbage, red from beets, mauve from avocado skins. The yellow orange and brown are all from the leftover water from making carrot lox, expired orange juice, spilled tumeric, and old lemon rind mixed together with different chemicals added to change the shades.

So, what kind of things would folks like to see here?