I don't know if this picture will stretch my journal a bit. Who cares as long as it's super cute? :P Medusa has a cuddle bunny in her basket. Looks like she loves to sleep with stuffed animals as much as I do.
When I look at the drawings I made a few years ago compared to the ones I'm doing now, a major difference is in the eyes. I think it's because I recently started playing with eye makeup. Back then it was just another detail in the face that I didn't care about. Now it's a new on-look of things. To get a feel of what you're working with, from life to paper. And might I add, the favorite from this series is still the orgasm expression. I don't even know how I managed that one. lol
Being an artist comes with tons of rejection. This is probably one of the things that threw me off for two years. Backstabbing best friends, yuppie teachers and clicks. God, I fucking hate yuppies. They get all sorts of attention/good grades because they have money to pay for it.
When a good teacher knows you have some talent in you but you aren't trying hard enough- they'll push you hard as well. Fuckin' pitch forks, yo'.
I think what got me most was their rejection to my freedom of speech. Here it is that I'm in their program and I'm dumbed down to making things "normal" for "public". I feel liberated because now I can make artistic pieces, be it smut or not and I'll won't have to put up with their stones of fucktard-ery mouths or grades. They can't hurt me anymore, I can be me. ;) I'm ready to rock, man! >:D
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I want to draw dirty things. I just want to. o_o Artistically of course. Don't question me. >.>
Ever been so angry that no matter what you did, you couldn't put it into words because they fail you? I've been very creative these past few months and now it feels as if I can't stop drawing. Even this one man who sleeps innocently having pissed me off to no end, I feel as if I have to draw him, even if it's just a small sketch in my art journal.
I don't know if it's sad that some of my better works come out when I feel a passion of hate and sorrow. I long for the better things in life; I take it all out in what I know how to do best. The life behind work, it's the heart I put into it. The soul.
It's what happens when you kill a character off. People tend to hate that in stories. There once was a girl with nothing to share. A man found her talent, pleasing. His name was Warmonger. So she tossed him aside and took control of her work, leaving him in his own mental state. For you see, the pen is mightier than the sword.
Anyway, I've started my own web comic, but the site isn't finished yet. I have one piece up so far.
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They say roses can survive the cold.
It's freezing. I'm bitter. Shivering because there are no blankets.
Is a coat just an excuse for passion, warmth and soul?
How can the thorns be so mean as a defense?
The roots will rot in a corner.
To have a helping hand, graphite, lines, shade. You do it to find yourself. Growing alone, when will the sun shine my way? Oh.
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bloodredatrophy15
00:26 Apr 30 2012
Awwww thats so adorable!