First off, let me say this: I'm a very raw, struggling artist.
Believe it or not, whenever I draw a new piece, my brain hurts from the amount of thinking and worrying that I go through. What's happening in the picture? What's a nice composition? What colors can I use? Why don't my colors look pretty? Is this quality enough to satisfy myself? How do I even know if it's good enough?
Everyday I restart this cycle of suffering and learning. What I go through a lot of the time is unpleasant surprises (like when halfway through I suddenly realize I screwed up something), and then the disappointment sinks in. Sometimes when I try to draw a complex
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[CLOSED] $200 PRIZE POOL CONTEST, DRAW MY OC!
WINNERS HAVE BEEN ANNOUNCED! It was so hard picking the winners for this contest, as there were so many awesome entries! It was dizzying @_@ however, with the help of some friends' opinions, I managed to pick the winners! Regardless, everything did a crazy amazing job at their entry!! First place: by @PersiRU This piece looks phenomenal on every level! The amount of detail that went into this is amazing, you definitely deserve first place ^^ Furthermore, you did such a cool job on the shading work; everything in here looks super clean and anatomically perfect! You win $100! Second place: by @s05146 I love the painterly shading and the blowing sakura petals on this art! the colours look so calming; this is a very pretty picture to look at ^^ you win $70! Third place: by @superfluous101 How could I not include this entry? It's so lively and detailed, and there's so many colours and details on this piece, it's absolutely amazing! you win $30! Winners, please message me
The sounds of the past still make themselves known on certain days. All I can do is acknowledge them for what they are. Anniversaries are somewhat a big deal with me, but I'm working on it. Trauma and muscle memory play a role.
I would always wonder why, certain days I would get a stabbing pain on the side of my head. I would always wonder why I would break out into full panic mode for no reason at all.
It's as if memories are waves, and my body is the earth. Each day in each year I flow to and from. I remind myself of pain, joy, tears, smiles, death, life, and hope. I remind myself that all I can ever do is move forward in every given situ
Carried off by clouds II by RecoloringLife, journal
Carried off by clouds II
I don't know if I can truly say this for sure, but today, I noticed some things lose meaning overtime. They were important. They gave me some sort of lasting comfort. They eased a mind that was in need.
As soon as doubt enters the bloodstream, that's when it's all over.
I second guess myself.
I lie.
I weave.
I spin.
I double-cross.
I know what once was, could never be again, for it is affected by time. Time is supposed to heal all wounds, but it also degrades them.
Heal to forgive.
Degrade and forget.
Lie to protect.
Hurt to the end.
Live to be forgotten.
I apologize to myself over and over. I'm sorry I can't keep some memori