Going to the Helio X Troppo print workshop tomorrow. This is the photo I'm hoping to print - it has to be greyscale, because it’ll be a monotone (probably pink) print. The spot I chose to take the photo was low light and I used my most rat-arse lens, so it’s pretty noisy, but maybe the grittiness serves the image.
It’s the beloved backpack that I've been carrying around for the last couple of years. It's very goofy but it means things to me. I liked buying it because the man who sold it to me thought it was weird that anyone wanted to buy it. I liked wearing it because I liked the way it set off my all black outfits. Like I was a walking Bubbline fan-art, I hoped that I looked like Marceline was holding Bubblegum’s bag while she was doing something. People compliment me a lot for it, which is nice, and of course contributes to my affection for the object! But I wanted to immortalise the way it made me feel when I was on the train to Chester last year and the train conductor came to inspect my ticket. And they was wearing a trans flag belt and I had this backpack in my lap, and the way we both goggled at each other in excited recognition and then said nothing.
Somethings become a sign or a symbol before you’re even aware that you’re thinking of them that way. The backpack is like that to me, it was becoming of meaning to me before I realised I wanted to even build something that had that meaning. I feel like I’m explaining that phenomenon really poorly but it’s definitely a thing, soz for being cringe.
Kits calls it the Sweetie Talisman.
First day of Workshop