A small animation featuring a char design I made on my spare time.
Voice provided by GF~
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i remembered that i used paint like two years ago for this
And this
it's a really expressive tool to use
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So yes, I would like to start writing here kind of blogs where I will just leave my life thoughts, or about the work I do.. I want to share my thoughts and just write more to you.. or just for myself, if no one reads this. Because that's probably the idea of this application, writing and showing your things, things you like, etc. You can correct me if I'm wrong.
I like skulls, I like bones, even once I had the opportunity to go to a place that shows the human anatomy (I don't remember what it's called), but I didn't go anyway. But I like drawing skulls, it's one of those subjects where I feel comfortable in some way. I always liked to do skull studies during classes, now I do them from time to time because I like how they look. I like the way the light hits them, they're so... mysterious, sometimes scary.
Sometimes, looking at them, I wonder what happened to a person or an animal when it was still alive. I associate them with dark climates, of course, but also with life that has already ended. Sometimes I get melancholy when I think about such things.
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Just a lil’ somthing something I made for a friend (took me 13 hours)
We watched the rise of the TMNT movie while I was doing lineart, so I decided to take a page out of it’s book and go wild with the colours!!!
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“Intrusive” by Clada
10” x 10” oil on Canvas. Available. $150 USD.
https://clada.bigcartel.com/product/intrusive
I wrote a poem: it is about alcoholism and the ones we love:
“Lost eyes, without color, searching so pensively for what? Understanding? Compassion? Void? The euphoric release to drown inhibition in a body or bottle.
In too deep, and something crucial was lost. It had become immortalized in the glass of your drunk stare.
I see that person. I see the wound that keeps you feral to bite the helper—the desire to cause pain to yourself. I can recognize these thoughts because they scurry across my mind sober.
It is my fault. I hope all these messages in bottles reach you. However, they wash up in your hangover, illegible and water stained. I do not know why I try; wading in the shallows of cheap intentions washed up in the cheap drink. It could be for my grandiose ego, or it could be that I truly am afraid of losing you. Whatever reason, I am a vessel for the other hurt widows now. May that cavity be a better home to their loverless webs, as it was never a kind place for my thoughts.”
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I worked with pastel and tempera paint and it was quite enjoyable I do say

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Drew this a little while back, was the first thing I've drawn that I actually liked
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