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
Everyone has their own maze, some are simple enough to negotiate, others deep and complex. Some people in our lives find it easy to navigate ours, where others get confused. Those that love us are not necessarily the best at finding their way, but those who enjoy getting lost the most.
This character is a bit of a muse of mine... Sophie. You might recognice her from a few of my pieces; brown hair blue eyes. I feel in love with her again drawing this... those eyes. She's not a fantasy character, doesn't have any magical powers or special abilitys, just a girl, with a life and dreams and problems like anyone. Here she's met someone and sat up all night talking and laughing, now it's getting light its time to sleep, and they curl up next to each other... who knows hat will happen when they wake...
Dedicated to my partner, who's maze I find infinitely fascinating to explore
She's a bright spark whos lost some of her fire. Here she is contemplating, how many things must be rushing though her head...
Close up wallpaper shot of the girl from my latest piece: I thought it was a real shame you couldn't see the details of her face, so thought I'd share this with you I added her hair flowing to this so it looks nicer than just a crop. It's a bit rough, but I like that ^-^
Intoxicating and overwhelming... that urge to draw.
Having never been a smoker, I've struggled to understand why someone would want to pick it up. While talking with an old friend who had started the habit again after quitting for a year, he explained it to me "It's like having you own window of time; a box which you know will be filled up only with this, nothing else, your mind can wander anywhere. You hold a small corner of the world to just yourself for those few minutes" His words surprised me, that's just how I feel whilst drawing. It's my own little space I have to to myself, where I can let my mind wander, relieve my stress, and not worry about anything else. And believe me, if I am not able to do it I get grumpy! XD Like it's my addiction. I'd never thought of it that way before...
This is in no way an avocation of starting smoking though The friend has since quit again and I'm very proud of him. I think my drawing addiction will be harder to kick, so I medicate with daily doses of doodling, and new sketchbook monthly, seems to do the trick
Was having some serious urges after traveling so much I could fit barely any drawing in, can you believe it's been a month since I posted there?! Gosh, thanks for sticking around, you're great guys So I drew this in remembrance for the month I gave up my addiction for Not too happy with the face, but I've got to get back into practice
She gave her heart to someone and they gave it back to her. She's trying to repair the damage, and wants to hide her soul away so no one else will be able to hurt her again.
Second in the seires of drawing of Paige
While creating this, I was also musing on how it mirrored my artistic situation. I put my heart into my drawings and then offer them on the internet for all to scrutinise, it can be really daunting thing. A lot of the stuff I draw is personal and is never seen by anyone else, so I appreciate the overwhelming support I get when I share with you guys. Sometimes you just want to hide away. This piece isn't born of current guy troubles for me (I have a wonderfuly supportive partner) but from discussions with other people about shared experiences... and bleh, other stuff..
Been enjoying exploring this style more, I know it's another portrait, but I wanted to keep it intimate, like the viewer is close with her and feeling what shes feeling.
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
She carries her troubles in an umbrella, as she sits down and looks back at the puddles it's created she is surprised to see within them blue skys. She feels hope, and knows there will be a brighter future. Lets hope she jumps in ^-^
I wanted to do a hopeful piece; as recently we had some crappy news from our landlord (basically he's trying to con us) but it really made me realise how lucky I am, and how many things this guy can't take away, it put things into perspective, and after the initial shock I found myself surprisingly content. It's meant I haven't been on dA to much, so I drew this to de-stress (which worked until the puddle-clouds) went for a cute chibi, though I'm not sure I matched the styles quite right 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 )
She wears her hair down over her face, you ask her why, and she shows you. "I've never showed anyone else before". Then she tells you what she saw to changd her inside and out.
You're going to have to make up your own mind what she saw... I was just musing on how what I've seen has changed me, and what I've been through has shaped me, wondering if there was a physical sign of our lives on our bodies, what it would look like... I remember checking for grey hairs after a particularly frightening incident some years ago, I suppose we do get scars as we go through life, and tattoos like your own chosen marks. Mm.
I wanted her to look youthful, innocence lost, cute and creepy at the same time. The eye was really enjoyable but a challenge, wanted to make it looked like it was ripped apart and the the cracking extended outwards. Sorry, I know this isn't my best work, I don't have any extra time to dedicate to 'perfecting' at the moment, this kind of fell out of me upon musing about an upcoming event anniversary...
She wont tell you her name, so you call her 'Spider'. She likes it.