A side portrait of a head, divided into hexagons, in the sky. Mosquitos and centipedes crawl on and among the head sections, and small silhouettes of people stand within. A gear hangs from the head, and blimps fly above.

Art title

Mellifluous

Artist’s statement

Watercolor and pen on paper, digital adjustments in Krita. I painted this for an English assignment on some sci-fi story that I can no longer remember the details of—nothing left but a vague impression of honeycomb efficiency and clicking brass.

Messy House

I am a messy house.
I’m well put together on the outside—but an overwhelming mess of clutter on the in.
I haven’t been dusted in years.
My laundry is piling up.
My closet is overflowing with junk.
When strangers see my messy house they are always off-put—
some would even ask how my house is livable.
But the people who love my house always
kick their shoes off
and smile.
They feel safe in my mess; it brings them
comfort.
They’re always kept warm, and despite the clutter
have everything they need to call my house
A Home.
Even if the inside isn’t perfect,
I can still entertain guests,
I can still provide shelter,
I can still keep my loved ones warm.
I’m a messy house.
And I don’t need to be cleaned to be
Someone’s Home.

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