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I make art sometimes! A painting and a drawing.

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posted on Oct, 21 2016 @ 04:48 PM
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a reply to: Brotherman

We're the same, I think.

The most rewarding drawings are intuitive and come from a place inside of me... I just let it out. But I do a lot of studies/just looking at things and drawing it, too. For practice.

I think this last one is still intuitive, even though it's direct. When I said it was entirely inspired by ATS, I was probably wrong and I feel bad about saying that now, lol. Some past experiences and paranoia's and personal fears and insecurities are showing in this piece, very directly, lol. Like it's coming to the surface. But it's also a play on feasting on souls or on flesh, and feeling like a piece of meat/the main dish, a meal... and etc. Which are all recurring themes in my life I think, but also showing in the thread, lol.

Anyway thank you so much for being you. You are really great.




posted on Oct, 21 2016 @ 04:57 PM
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a reply to: geezlouise

I am not great I make mistakes all the time =D

here is the blocked text and narration of the frame I am illustration in my comic I am doing now.

"I remember, I trembled and shook and watched, slowly the cigarette fall from between my fingers. The physical noise of the numbness over took
my hands I sat and watched the room darken, my focus on the orange glow, like a jack-o-lantern from the outer edges of my cigarette, seperating
itself from the ashes as it fell to the ground or the beyond. I can't remember as my head was tilting back and could then only see from my minds
eye the yellowing of the cigarette paper and then the softly motion of the smoke moving upwards. They moved like sickly tendrils in the stale
air upward towards the long departed and decaying plaster tiles of the old ceiling. I can't remember anything going darker I just
know I woke up here."

[narration]
The rain fell for hours into the night laying a film of reflective surfaces even on the rusted steel frames of the bridge highlighting the even the smallest of oxidized metal stains appearing from the undersides of each rivet.
edit on 21-10-2016 by Brotherman because: (no reason given)



 
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