Huge Shout To My Friend From An Undergraduate Philosophy Program Who Started Working Out Every Single

Expressing my lifelong love of sharks by painting a sweet little nurse shark

Prints

there’s a certain descent into madness one takes after watching the terror. one minute you’re watching the show with mild interest and the next minute you’re hand painting Robert Scott’s sledging flag to put on your wall

yapped about Antarctica (+The Worst Journey in the World) at my monthly book club and a lady was like that’s so interesting do you have a scientific background and I was like no sorry I just get intense about things

things are not going so hot for me but at least im not in antarctica rn . haha am i right? *i look at my photo of apsley cherry-garrard which i keep on me at all times. it does not respond*

Victor Frankenstein syndrome aka you spent nights over nights crying and bleeding over this work and now that it's finally done you're just like "nvm. it's trash" and go to bed

desperately craving weird surrealist arthurania. Knights with no faces wandering through the mists. Seams between Christian and pre-Christian Britain gaping like open wounds. Beafts and visions. Maybe a monk. Maybe the monk is gay

asking myself “is this really who i want to be forever?” a lot lately

cigarettes and list of maritime disasters on wikipedia on a cool summer night

Pressure ridges, McMurdo Sound, Antarctica.

October 2024.

Mai Miturich. Illustrations for Gennady Snegiryov's "About Penguins" (1980).