🌻Mira🇺🇸🇺🇦Painter of Icons🎨Herder of Cats🧶

@marcweinbergwx.bsky.social View of the southern Jackson County cell from the Little York area.

The light was poor and I was at a fast shutter speed so these shots are soft in detail, but I'd like to share this moment. A few days ago, a Canada Goose started swimming close to a Sandhill Crane nest. Dad Crane was sitting on the nest when suddenly Mama Crane flew in and drop kicked the goose.

If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck…

To the world:
We are fighting back. Our movement has been silenced by the media here—but we are not backing down. This is what our streets looked like across multiple cities. Tomorrow, there will be more of us! Raise a glass to freedom.

—With love,
Your American allies.

I may be tired and a little hoarse, but as I said again and again on the Senate floor, this is a moment where we cannot afford to be silent, when we must speak up.

Oh, you thought that acrylic paint was the only medium I worked in? Nope, not by a long shot. 😂

I'm very much a mixed and multimedia artist. So tonight I'm making some wax seals.

Father of the Year he is not

Monday art thread 🧵

Last week I was so discombobulated that I didn't feel like painting. I think I'm mostly recombobulated, so I slapped a little paint on a canvas last night.

I'm doing things in a different order for this one - decoupage then paint - instead of the gold ground first.

Hope for the best, prepare for the worst has always been my mantra.

Oh, I'm fully aware we're now under a fascist regime, and I'm taking actions that I don't post about and I'm familiar with security precautions. I'm doing what I can to protect my family and community.

So, what's your point? Why did you feel the need to comment on an art post with a pretty standard anarchist manifesto?

Countries that have issued a travel advisory this year warning their citizens about visiting the United States:

Canada
Denmark
Finland
France
Germany
Ireland
Netherlands
New Zealand
United Kingdom

I agree that things need to change, the vulnerable need to be protected. I'm doing what I can, in my own way, to do that. Yes, I'm working within the existing system because that's what we have right now.

Two in-progress paintings of the US/Ukraine dual flag paintings. One has the Ukrainian flag upside down.

Well, hell...🤷‍♀️

I was born in the US, it's my home and yes, it has many flaws. So I'm doing what I can to change things and the fascists don't get to have our national flag.

Ukraine was illegally invaded by Russia. Ukraine has every right to defend themselves. Russia can end the war at any time by leaving.

Decided to try something a little different. I'm thinking about making some large ones for the April 5 protests.

I had legit completely forgotten this.

Dems in Disarray

Having woods to go for a walk in, wildlife to see, also helps a lot.

I am grudgingly admitting to myself that yes, I do still have depression, in addition to the PTSD.

Annexing the dining room for a studio has been one of my better decisions. Gives me some space that's not isolated from the rest of the house.

It is, and I wish it was normal worry, but at least I know that PTSD lies about how bad shit actually is, and that's what the meds are for.

My autistic ass also hates it when what I know and what I feel are at odds with each other.

So, I do art. 🤷‍♀️

A cat sleeping on a blanket and her human's legs, covered by a different blanket. She's looks very cozy and content.

Morgaine knows where she needs to be today. She makes a really good heating pad, even has a massage feature. 🥰🥹

Tilly ate dinner, has been rehydrating just fine on her own, she just had a tummy ache she needed to sleep off. She never had any labored breathing, abdominal tenderness, anything other than wanting to be left alone to sleep.

*deep breath*

Now you know why I paint the brightest, sparkliest shit.

Since I'm trauma dumping on main at zero-dark-thirty, fuck PTSD for making me second guessing my ability to do triage, then making me feel like the scum of the earth for not wanting to getting out in the cold rain with an ear infection and rheumatoid arthritis acting up.

It's happened before and she's been fine after whatever the fuck she ate, probably out of the compost heap 🤮, passed through her system. She's also seeing the doc later this morning, but she's acting 100% normal now.

And since she wasn't dying, my brain didn't kick into emergency mode.

Fuck PTSD

For context, my cousin has worked in a veterinary clinic for the past 20 years. Professionally, we've both seen some shit, and after her wreck last year, we're now housemates. Intellectually, I knew Tilly just had a tummy ache because she ate something questionable outside. It's a farm, it happens.

A rough charcoal sketch of a tuxedo curled up in a roundish bed, chin resting on his outstretched front legs.

A blue heeler mix dog lying on the floor like nothing is wrong and she wasn't scaring the shit out of her humans with a tummy ache.

A bruise on the back of my left hand made by a hammer because it's been that kind of day.

Today's new art is a charcoal drawing of Loki napping because someone just had to give everyone a scare because she ate something she shouldn't have and my PTSD fed off of my cousin's PTSD about sick doggos and today went completely to shit. Especially when I smacked the shit out of my hand.

Spray-Painted Penis Only Thing Holding Cybertruck Together

Spray-Painted Penis Only Thing Holding Cybertruck Together

Be ready for #ToonieTuesday 💙💛

These are the times that try men's souls: The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.