4/8/24
4/8/24
i wrote this one on a trip to see the solar eclipse this year. we were driving down the highway to get to the spot we had traveled so far to arrive at. to experience a miraculous three minutes and thirty-eight seconds. i felt like i could feel the anticipation in everything, even the other cars around us.
thanks for the artistic help with this one @cj-sass
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i finished this a while ago and never got around to posting it until now, my bad lol
i'm really happy with the way this one turned out!! the anatomy is a little scuffed in some places, and there's some other technical bits that are incorrect, but it just has a vibe 🤌 y'know? bgsdgdgn
this was my description i used in my college application portfolio, thought id share it!
This drawing, like many others, was one of those images that wouldn't leave my mind. A painter, sitting distraught in front of an empty canvas. The struggle of creation is an idea that intrigues me to no end, mostly because it's a struggle I deal with daily, but also because I find it extremely vulnerable. There is nothing closer to a person's expression of their soul than the art they make. And like in my piece "artist's glare," (this is what I titled that blue period drawing of yatora from a while back) the focus is not on the artwork itself, but on the artist as they make it.
This illustration is also autobiographical, I myself am not a painter, but after a night of spiraling through who I wanted to be as an artist and what kind of art I wanted to create, I finally caved and drew what I was feeling. After working on it for a while I took a step back and realized that I felt healed. This was the kind of art I wanted to make, art that could heal, art that could express myself.
Shout-out to all the stories that didn't make it out of the shower with us in time to be actually written down.
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cardboard man 4/12/21
a box of a man
controlled by cardboard and tape
stiff and stumbling
blossom beating
4/10/22
periphery 5/1/21
eyes strictly foreword
depends on periphery
for her every move
fault
i am still, quiet
and yet I always still say
it’s somehow my fault
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