HaunterCreative

It's okay. I've decided to choose better for me.

Not really. An ex that never stays gone. Now I've blocked him on everything.

I'm tired. I can't keep sewing myself back together with vodka threads and cigarette needles for someone who only ever knew how to tear me apart.

I DIDN'T EXPECT HIM TO GET SO CREATIVE 🤣

My son made dinner by himself for the first time! (Except the hot parts, I did that lol) Korean BBQ ribs with coleslaw and corn on the cob with creamy dill sauce. I'm so proud. 🥺

A skeleton man with a body made of shadows, his head and neck lightly aflame, wearing a red suit jacket that glows slightly with the reflection of the fire

I ended up dissatisfied with how the shading on the front of the skull was on the original piece, sharpened the black in the chest area, reshaped some of the shadows. #art #artist #oilpaint #oilpainting #traditionalart #ftm #ftmartist #ftmtrans #ftmtransgender #transgenderftm #transgender

A skull on fire, connected to an invisible neck also on fire, wearing a red suit blazer

"Reasonable Rage", oil on canvas #art #artist #ftm #ftmtransgender #transgender #transgenderftm #trans #artist #skull #painting #paint #oilpaint #canvas #traditionalart #artistic

Absolute babies. I love them so much. There's one on my mom's farm, I named him Hog because he is huuuuuge. We were worried he was gonna eat the chickens but he's more interested in the cat food the barn cats get and they just accept him.

My name is Hunter and I'm a transgender artist and writer! If you'd like to support my dreams while I paint your nightmares, go ahead and give me a follow! Posts may be a bit irregular, but so is the art!

#art #artist #painting #transgender #ftm #ftmtransgender #ftmtrans

What happened-

Painting. Red and black circles in background, eyes in midground, and a torso with no face connected to the edges of the canvas by strands of its own flesh.

"PTSD" oil on canvas #ftm #ftmartist #art #artist #painting #oilpainting #oilpaint #traditionalart

I deleted everything and will not be going back.

A pale, bald person facing the viewer, shaded in blue with two featureless faces peaking out behind him. Blood runs down his chin.

"DID"

Purple and black background, barely outlined shadow demon with purple realistic eyes,vivid white teeth, blood coming from teeth and across background

Formless horror part 2

Blue painting of a formless creature phase shifting, with double eyes and teeth, with streaks of white and red, and blood splattered across the canvas

A muscular man with a star on his forehead with his arms raised in front of a dark sky with stars. In front of him is a shining purple planet.

The divine masculine

A representation of my view of trans masc identity. Men made of stardust. #trans #transgender #ftm #transmasc

My wife said no, I'm sorry 🥺

I've decided to start back up on my personal pieces. They won't be what one would normally expect from me. They are a look into my mind. I'm nervous to begin. It feels exposing. I feel vulnerable. But it's time to let the feelings free.

I feel like, in order to count as a truck, it must have true functionality as a shipping unit, whether it be for personal or public use, for the purpose of moving large objects or truly large amounts of objects. A hay bale should be the minimum.

Daaaaaaamn Steve! Roasted him!

I just want to say that a "Cybertruck" isn't a truck. Any "truck" that carry hay isn't a truck, it's a shopping cart.

Oh and the first one to arrive will be named Pandora.

So I'm planning on getting bugs. Lots of bugs. The first on my list are scorpions. Specifically the dune scorpion, striped scorpion, Asian Forest scorpion, and Emperor scorpion. The smaller ones are three inches maximum but the Emperor gets up to seven inches long. They also all glow in blacklight.

A soft, long-haired dark brown mackerel tabby kitten on my shoulder, making it difficult to do tasks

Reasons things don't get done:

1) Cat.

Then I'm counter-suing for Snack Theft!

But these days I can't. I'm too far from home, and live in the city. Sure some people find mushroom hunting locations... But I miss the solitude. Living in the woods for hours, feeling truly at one with that world. The creatures both known and thought to be myth. I loved my home in the leaves.

I would give my just about anything to live in the woods, foraging and climbing trees, chasing rabbits and playing in the creek like when I was little. Mushroom season has come. It used to be spent in the woods behind my mom's house, finding little mushrooms and asking what they are.

Okay, but imagine Death himself showed up and said he'd give you $100 for every year you still had to live. You wouldn't lose those years, no weird twist. And then he hands you $50.

He fell asleep cleaning himself...