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Dilara Findikoglu Spring/Summer 2018

someone pay me to just do drawings of over the top fashion <

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Pages from my accordion-book sketchbook. Trying out paint markers (Posca and Molotow). Really liking them so far.

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screenshot studies of Daniel Molloy from IWTV, done with mechanical pencil and paint pens

Almost donnnneeee...

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Foggy Notion

original collage portrait available for $35

7.25 x 9in Ink, marker, water color, stickers, product packaging, and metallic paint on found cardboard, coated with matte varnish for increased durability

The scan doesn’t really do the metallic paint justice, so here’s a gif

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Previews of the next comic I’m working on.

No idea when it’ll be finished. It’s at least 14 pages long and I’m just starting page 3...

Second panel of fabric. Next step involves getting out my sewing machine so I’ve been avoiding it and fucking about with others projects instead.

First stage in a multi-step project. Hand-weaving fabric which I will then use to sew the body and limbs of a marionette doll.

Dreamed that my backyard looked into a forest. In the yard, I saw what looked like a large stag.

When I looked closer, I saw that the stag had a human face. It only had one antler, which was held in place by a ribbon. Instead of hooves, at the end of it’s legs were spindly fingers. It didn’t walk with the ‘palm’ flat to the ground like an ape, it balanced on the very tips of it’s fingers, and it’s legs didn’t move, just the spindly fingers.

Had this dream after I had spent the day wondering what I would look like if I were a demon.

Dreamed that I was putting on make up. I used gold liquid eyeliner to write “Jesus loves me, this I know. Yes, Jesus loves me.” across my cheek bones. I put sparkly orange eyeshadow on my eyelids and the end of my nose.

Dreamed about A. R., a boy that emotionally abused me from 5th - 8th grade. He seemed threatening, but also like he was coming on to me. He stood behind me and slipped his hands up into my shirt. I reached back, grabbed him by the ears, flipped him over my shoulder, and while he was on the ground, I stomped on him. Very satisfying dream.

When he bullied (abused) me, teachers and other adults frequently told me that it must be because he had a crush on me. I was very, very aware that was not the case. He never made “positive” sexual remarks towards me, never showed a lick of attraction, he loathed me. And, it seemed, women/girls in general. My therapist had a theory that A. R. was deeply repressed and self-loathing concerning possible same gender attraction on his part. He never spoke of finding women attractive, was blatantly misogynistic and lesbophobic, and actively drove me away from mutual male friends.

Maybe I dreamed of him being sexually aggressive because I’m thinking of myself as a trans boy, recognizing that a male identity means I could possibly be an object of desire for A. R., as I never was in the past. And I still rejected him. And I did what I said, for years, I could have done with half a chance — kicked his ass.

The Artistic Process

I’m here, I’m queer, and I’m gonna put my little gay hands all over everything.

Also, here’s an interview of me by Devon Douglas-Bowers of the Hampton Institute

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For my cousin.

(I'm still figuring out Clip Studio Paint.)

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