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I know, it isn't anatomically perfect, I painted without drawing it before! (:
Watercolor, acrylic, charcoal and pencils on paper.
_100 x 70 cm
other originals for sale
Perché siamo due destini che si uniscono
stretti in un istante solo
(Tiromancino - Due destini)
Because we are two destinies that unite
close in only a moment.
speed painting - [link]
it isn't perfect, I know, but when I make these speed paintings I feel myself less quiet, as if someone is watching me. Please be patient! (:
watercolor, acrylic, pencil on paper
30cm x 45cm
è un'abnegazione reciproca
prima rinuncia uno, poi così fa l'altro.
abnegazione per abnegazione
porta a non incrociarsi mai
a far sì che non ci sia mai un punto di contatto
- our endless abnegation
it's a mutual abnegation
at first, one gives up, then so does the other.
when abnegation meets abnegation
there's no crossing
no relief whatsoever
speed painting: [link]
watercolor, pencil, charcoal, acrylic and pen on paper
45cm x 30cm
sunrise in budapest...
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My bullying story/ letter to bullies from my pastFinally, after several years, I decided to stand up to my bullies.
Thanks ahead of time to anyone who reads this to the end. (It's a bit depressing, but gets good at the end.)
The majority of these are from middle school.
I was a pretty weird kid, You know, the kid that everyone liked picking on.
Since I'm the weird one, the different one, you chose me to be your victim. You chose the defenseless, confused one, just like you all do. That's what you like, you like walking all over and spitting on the ones you know won't do anything about it.
Yeah, it made you feel good, didn't it? If feels good to make someone feel like complete crap. It feels good to make them cry. You think you're better than me? You think you can toss my books around, and laugh as I miserably walk in front of the laughing class to pick them up, and say you were kidding? You think it's all fun and games. You think you can (literally) push me around and tell me to "get out of here" just because I'm weak, frail, and dif