attack

jump cat jump!
now that exams are over i seem to be getting this artist's block. it is awfully annoying, and very inconvenient since i'll be working on a number of projects over the summer. and i am in denial about coming back home this summer. it's just very, very inconvenient timing. =(

arsonist no like fags

arsonist likes her real fags.

you know, like, ciggies? (oh gosh i'm being lame here)


ps/ this is not an attack to homosexuals in any way. @_@

it is unbelievably annoying that i get this pang for drawing and reading books during exam times. things i want to do arent necessarily unproductive, they just... don't quite help with my papers. U_U

WIP: arsonist no like fags

the happy arsonist

doodle.
i want to make sketchier things. at the same time i want to make more detailed things. tough combination to make.

this was, an experiment. although on what, i'm not sure. been a bit half awake the whole day/night.

yum?

finally getting my virgin hands onto texture waters.
oh i am addicted to dexter. as in the justified psycho killer. @_@

oh my gwaaad

my anxiety and constant surprises these days is well demonstrated by this illustration.
i found this while cleaning up my incredibly messy drives, i was playing around while working on that storyboard for ismail.

i took the plunge with a blindfold

hold on to your umbrella- part 1 of series
acrylics on 50x50cm
i drew in the signature digitally because it kills me to do that to the actual painting.


protect your happiness WIP-2

WIP: protect your happiness

embrace your D
*sigh* UwU


protect your happiness

i like it at this stage and i know after working some time at it it'll totally lose its fluidity. =(

oh the small painting at the back is a sneak peak to the painting from before ''otoko nante iranai''. it's pretty much 99.9% done, there's just some dots i haven't quite polished yet. :P

you said it and you wrote it down

i got tired of finishing up my painting assignments for school, and i just wanted to get back to my beloved tablet again.

i did not have anything in mind to draw, i seem to be in those days where i write feelings down instead of drawing. a shift of outlets, you can say. only for a while though, i know i've never been good at words anyway.

so i caught a glimpse of the reflection in my glass window of my face. and i just doodled after that. definitely nothing creative, it's just a chilling doodle, while taking a break from my canvases to take a fag.

ps/ i think i've hypnotised myself quite much these days with the music i've been playing.

Writers

Writers are amazing.
How they can be so expressive, and not give a care if anyone they know, or are close to, could judge them for what they write.
Your words, your thoughts, even if labeled ''fiction'' are still unmistakably produced from your mind. Writing them down, articulating abstract thoughts and feelings into words, onto paper- is already a form of total exposure, your own self being the first reader, the first discoverer to your thoughts- which I find even that by itself highly intimidating.
Writing for strangers, putting it all out in the open daylight, for them to peer into something so deep, your deepest darkest secrets- the patterns, the blueprint of your mind itself, like you have absolutely nothing to hide- that is absolutely courageous.

otoko nante iranai-on progress

acrylics on canvas 50x50cm