goodnight tv

photoshop cs

this was a real headache to finish, because there was a power trip in the middle of doing the work, and after losing a lot of work done to it, to get the mood and feel back to finish this was pretty much impossible. but i really liked this previously so i pushed to get something out of this.

on a side note, am feeling a lot better these days. took a 4 day trip to some snowy mountains and got some nice winter boots (too bad it's supposed to be getting warmer soon) as i couldn't take hiking on the snow with my stupid yet nice canvas shoes. also got a traditional film camera, the ones that bring back old nostalgic non digital times of life, and can't wait to see results of pictures taken the analogue way! (not being able to check if you looked like a stoner drunk in a picture that was taken until it's developed, GASP)

it was freaking cold, but the non-bucharest air was worth it.

pop it

photoshop CS3

got distracted from the previous drawing so this is what came out from a lazy, distracted sketch. i quite like though. yum.

WIP: good night tv

terubozu

photoshop cs3

i would say it's a bit different than the usual, but then again, i'm not sure. not too happy with this one but it was fun doing it nonetheless. it looks simple but i kept having minor changes to composition. hmm.

WIP: terubozu

cereal love

i guess this is the closest i can get to a valentine's work. not that i ever draw things for occasions.
yum.

limbo

photoshop CS3

if you're not brilliant, you don't earn the right to be insane.

Happy Birthday, Love.

i want this tshirt

i want this tshirt please. with a 1000 mangoes.
mango my violent cat that will scratch your eyeballs out when you come near.
i want i want, kthnxbye.

open mind

coming back with a bang!
first personal work in freaking ages, all this bottled up in my mind and finally i can let something out. i feel really good today.

the return of the tablet

today i will get my wacom tablet.

can't wait can't wait can't wait! now i can finally channel all this lame insanity to make something. it's about time.

a complaint letter

that stillness in the air
heavy draperies of black thick tar
it's all too familiar
when everything and anything stops and considers
what attitude to adopt, what to make out of it
death comes, and death never goes.

awkwardness to sadness
they say you get used to things
but it gets to me, each time.
it bites, and it eats chunks away from me
soon enough there'll be nothing of me.

what kind of world do we live in
to cherish the gone and forget the now
where loving is child's play and yet
it is selfish to say, ''i love you''
where it is inconsiderate to show you care.

is love something you created only for you?
do you take them away because the only one who deserves it is you?
i am running out of it, so please do not be expecting
it is true i have no ownership, for i do not find it myself
i stumble upon it and take a peek, a mere insect fascinated by fire.

i did not need to have been taught the lesson
i never took for granted the love that comes
i refuse to believe that i am undeserving
for i love, and that is the only thing i have and can do
so please, please stop taking them away from me.

let me love because i am worthless without it.