</b>Sometimes colours don't look as bright as they used to...
To me, in my head, everything went grey for a bit. The drawings I was working on I couldn't colour right, it was all dull steels and browns when I wanted light and bold. I just wasn't seeing things right. But I still needed to draw, I had to paint something. So I needed a picture to fit the colours I could still work and that would represent my situaton. And so this one came... the girl sits here and tries her hardest to stop the colour draining out her flower and world. There's more to it, but as the viewer I'll let you work it out
Drawing these helps me get my feelings out rather than lets me dwell. They're personal to share which in some ways I like and in others is rather scary.
I'm feeling better now thanks, coming out of it. Like the painting, bright horizons ^^
The glass will fog over before anyone can read it...
People will just see the smile.
On one hand we say were fine with the other we cry out for help.
Thought I'd post the full version of: I cut it down and posted the smaller version because I thought perhaps this one was a little... extreme. But since things haven't got better and wont before Christmas it's probably now an understatement of my feelings.
Sorry for uploading similar things, brain wont let it go. I'll draw pretty things when the colours come back
</h3>Did I do the right thing? What could I have said? Why didn't I say more? Could I have changed anything? </h3>
Why can't I concentrate on anything else...?
I think many of us have been there at some point; going over and over things in our head, things we can't change but we can't get off our mind. I know I do I wanted to give her that kind of expression where shes thinking hard but not focusing on anything... kinda like looking through you. The expression where everyone asks if you're okay XD
Most of time time no one sees you cry, you can wipe the tears away and carry on like you're fine. Just wondered what it would be like if tears left physical scars on you. Awful I suppose, as then everyone would know... but perhaps then you might get the support you needed. What would you do if you saw this girl...? I imagine sad tear scars would fade over time, and happy tears would restore the skin like new
Yep, another piece of mine about what we show and what we hide. Things are much better for me now thanks, although what I've gone through has given me new perspectives I'm keen to get out of me and into my art. Hope this one isn't to dark or sad a drawing, just a concept I wanted to express Explored a bit more shading with an anime style face, similar to my piece; was very fun to colour, think I probably need to push shadows deeper and loosen up without being scruffy XD
Maybe it's not always about trying to fix something broken. Maybe it's about starting over and creating something better.
Picking up the pieces and re-building yourself can be a tricky experience. The pieces never seem to fit quite right into the old spaces. It's a breath of fresh air to realise they don't have to, you can create something different out of the pieces, something better. You will never go back to being exactly who you were, but you can be someone wiser and stronger.
Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. While I've had a tough experience recently, it really has made me stronger. I'm coming to terms that things will never be the same, but I'm okay with that, stuff changes. I want to make that most of what I have now Enjoyed drawing this, I hope her expression doesn't come across as to sad as it's supposed to be a hopeful piece - I do hope she finds her last piece soon. It's more sketchy than I would usually like and there's some obvious flaws that are already bugging me, but I tried something different with the lighting and she doesn't look to bad for being underlit XD
Thank you, as always
~Love you moogle, we share our pieces (cake and otherwise )
We carry them with us, wherever we go, invisible to others, ever present to ourselves. They are our Dark Passengers. Our troubles, our fears, our anxietys. You don't know who travels with them unless they wish to tell you.
They manifest when we go though tough times and weigh heavy on our shoulders. But it's not hopeless; we can harness them. As we get through the hard times and come out the other side, our dark passengers turn to light. Our light passengers stay with us to give us hope that there is sun after rain, they give us knowledge that things will get better and appreciation of what we have. This image represents the transformation of the girls dark passengers, while they're not completely light yet, there is a strange beauty about there transformation. She is getting better and holding onto hope.
I explored a similar concept in my piece. You become stronger rather than weaker by getting through tough things. I am pleased to have many light passengers now, but this is only because I have had the dark. Drawing helps me transform mine, and all the support I get when I post art here is wonderfully uplifting. I always enjoy realising concept like this
I haven't seen Dexter, but he calls his inner darkness and urge to kill as his 'dark passenger' as well
Our own mind; it's a place we can escape to, but we can never escape from. It's the ultimate prison.
She sits here and thinks as she plays with her hair, not realising as she twists it round her fingers she's creating her own cage, physically and mentally.
Wanted to design something interesting with the framing and composition, and went with the narrow colour scheme to try and reflect her internal feelings.
I'm trying to worry less, and was thinking about worrying less, then I realised I was worrying about worrying less! Made myself smile XD The mind is such an intriguing thing, how no one else can read our thoughts, but they influence everything we do. We can imagine whats it's like to be someone else, but never really feel it, we will always be within our own heads, looking out...
#inally free, she looks up to the sky with fear and wonder as the rain splashes her face for the first time...
Sequel to: Her wish was granted: to be human. To be more than a doll and plastic parts. Suddenly she was flesh and blood, laughter and guilt.
It didn't take long for the wrong people to notice her. Something so pristine, untouched, unspoiled, there was something so unhuman in her new found humanity. They took her in and started the tests. She appeared to be perfect, her cells showed no signs of age, they thought she could be the cure, the cure for humanity. She didn't speak of her past life, though it was written on her arm; in a tattoo which used to be a Makers Mark printed inside her hollow arm. They never could explain it. They used her for years, her 'childhood' spent in a cell. Her freedom won from the strangest of places, when they had exhausted all the tests, when they realise she was just human after all. They dump her outside. Discarded for being only human.
Abandoned but free. Her humanity is a blessing and a curse... what will she do now?
After note: Her wound is self inflicted, hoping to rid herself of the mark that she's different, she takes the physical pain to try and remove the emotional pain...