Drawing of a tree. Made with a fine-liner pen.
"As if true honesty belonged to solitude, since to be witnessed was to perform, and performance was inherently false since it invited expectation."
By reading Malazan (06th book at the moment) I have glimpsed another truth.
(As it turns out, you CAN find good philosophy in high fiction.)
Assino embaixo de Matéria Escura. Realmente muito bom.
A person (bert kreischer) in its underwear, flexing its arms
A person (bert kreischer) in its underwear, flexing its arms
🥵🥵🥵
Mosquito on top of a letter of a keyboard
"They won't suspect a thing muahahaha"
Drawing of a tree. Made in black and white, with pen and ink.
Updating the "I am a person, not a bot" post.
Will try doing this at least every 06 months, let's see how it goes.
Drawing of a tree made with black ink felt-tip pen.
Drawing of a tree made with black ink felt-tip pen.
Every so often I find myself being strangled by my own hands. Following arbitrary rules that don't mean anything and have no reason to exist whatsoever.
It is liberating to realize, yet again, that I'm the owner of my own life and may do with it as I please.
A drawing of a tree, made using ink pen.
Got myself hooked on a game now. For the moment, Oxygen Not Included is sucking all my free time and giving me back all that sweet sweet happiness juice.
Thought I know it won't last, and 02-03 weeks from now I'll be hating it, I'm going to enjoy it while I can.
"The sun shall rise again tomorrow"
Land of the free*
*only applicable if you are white, man, straight and rich
Funny how you are listening to some songs while drawing and just, BAM!!!
A Dio's song you have never heard before?!?!?!???
A drawing of a tree, made with black ink.
This piece is called "one-eyed quick sketch made while waiting for the doctor after having my pupil dilated"
Also, I caved and bought more pens. (shame!)
But, after having to do this trunk without a fine-liner, I don't regret it.
Also also, I used hatching again. Not that bad if I might say it.
A drawing of a tree
I have successfully stopped myself, yet again, from buying more fine-liner pens.
It is like a moth to a flame.
Whenever I see a pretty pen, specially if it has a fine point and it's black ink, my brain gets into monkey mode.
He's gonna wait a few weeks only to go back and pretend nothing ever happened.
So, since he's so proud of it, let's never forget that ELON MUSK DID A NAZI SALUTE on stage, TWICE.
(Also, as we say here in Brazil, "A hat for a facist is a hammer")
It makes me sad.
This was supposed to be a safe space. A place where I didn't have to pretend to be what society expects of me.
I shall miss it.
(I'll still be posting trees though, as they make me happy.)
Even though I did have some good interactions. Even though it did help me come out more of my shell.
Even though it did made me happy.
I will no longer interact with people here.
Text is too frail to convey what I want to say and how i want to say it. It is too easy to be misunderstood.
I have begun fearing being, somehow, outed as a bad person.
I have felt bad for intentionally (and stupidly) drowning a ant. AN ANT.
And here I am living in fear that I'll have to explain that I am not an asshole. That I didn't mean to be rude. That I didn't mean to insult.
I hate this feeling.
"Maybe I should say something, that art looks pretty"
What if they think I am a bot and block me?
What if they think I'm making fun of them?
What if they misunderstand me?
What if I underexplain myself?
What if...
I am already like this with everyone around me.
I don't want to do it here too.
Every comment, every post, every like or follow is a risk of creating a spike in my FOMO.
A sentence misunderstood or a thought poorly explained and you get silenced/blocked. Not even a chance to explain.
It is a free place after all. You are allowed to do as you please.
But how am I to interact?
That's why most of my time is spent alone, where I don't have to pretend, where I am able to be me without any mask.
There's only one person in this world that knows it. My only friend. The only one who knows what I didn't even tell my own family.
All that, to be forced to use my mask here.
More and more I fear being my true self here.
I'm not what is considered "normal" or "adequate". I live by imitating what others are, how they behave, how they talk, how they smile.
I don't have that.
Every day at work I must put up an act. Pretending to be normal, to be common.
I HATE IT.
Beautiful garden. Many tall trees.
But...
No vegetables? 🤨
Or fruits?🤨🤨
No, vaccines do not cause autism.
It is only the greed of a man that created such lies. A man that cared not for the immense damage he would cause.
A man wanted to make a lot of money by selling vaccines. To do that, he first created his own, then did everything he could to discredit other vaccines. One of the tactics he used was to falsify a "research" linking autism to vaccines.
Andrew Wakefield is his name.
May he live his life in disgrace.
Sorry, i have not explained it correctly.
What I meant by "not relevant" is a time when it no longer makes sense for a song denouncing discrimination to be made.
A time that has left racism so far behind that it is no longer necessary to fight it, since it ceased to exist (outside of museums).
I yearn to live in the days when songs like "This is America" and "War Pigs" will no longer make sense or be relevant.
Hi. If I may ask, do you do the hatchings before or after having the whole outline done?
As in, are the hatchings the last thing you do?
I have tried them a few times, but always end up overdoing it.
@down.blue
Oh to have a property with a river and lots of trees.
A man can only dream.
Things have gotten so dire, that you can't easily distinguish The Onion from The Orange anymore.
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"This isn't even my final form"
Wait, I can't add it later?!?!??
Well this is a let down.
