Day 6 : golden
"You were consumed by yourself. Your own loneliness. In the end, there was nothing left for you, other than those golden petals rising from you, truly, a work of art."
ی روز عقبم باز.
#inktober2023
"You were consumed by yourself. Your own loneliness. In the end, there was nothing left for you, other than those golden petals rising from you, truly, a work of art."
ی روز عقبم باز.
#inktober2023
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Themarrax🎃🕸️
Day 6 : golden "You were consumed by yourself. Your own loneliness. In the end, there was nothing left for you, other than those golden petals rising from you, truly, a work of art." ی روز عقبم باز. #inktober2023
Story behind the piece :
"Dark" is a..kind of..other persona of mine, but in a different story. She is a knight there, and despite her physical pain (cause of the flowers), shes extremely powerful.
The golden flowers start to grow whenever she feels lonely,(as her eye for example, when her mother died, she felt so much sorrow and loneliness that she loses one eye due to the flower growing.) she eventually loses everything to them.
#persona
"Dark" is a..kind of..other persona of mine, but in a different story. She is a knight there, and despite her physical pain (cause of the flowers), shes extremely powerful.
The golden flowers start to grow whenever she feels lonely,(as her eye for example, when her mother died, she felt so much sorrow and loneliness that she loses one eye due to the flower growing.) she eventually loses everything to them.
#persona
Themarrax🎃🕸️
Story behind the piece : "Dark" is a..kind of..other persona of mine, but in a different story. She is a knight there, and despite her physical pain (cause of the flowers), shes extremely powerful. The golden flowers start to grow whenever she feels lonely…
Themarrax🎃🕸️
Day 6 : golden "You were consumed by yourself. Your own loneliness. In the end, there was nothing left for you, other than those golden petals rising from you, truly, a work of art." ی روز عقبم باز. #inktober2023
بچها حقیقتا ته دانش من از گواش ب همون هنرستان ختم میشه و چون برگه مقوا نبود جرعت نداشتم رنگ بیشتر بزارم روش ک سایه ایجاد کنم 😭😂😭😂😭
Themarrax🎃🕸️
Something really quick for day 7 : drip #inktober2023
Story behind the piece :
Whenever "candla" starts crying, her wax skin starts to drip slowly, and her skeleton being shown as she loses what she calls "skin".
#candla
Whenever "candla" starts crying, her wax skin starts to drip slowly, and her skeleton being shown as she loses what she calls "skin".
#candla
Day 8 : Toad
قرار بود ی تیکه از داستان باشه ک گوون و سباستین میرن توی دهن وزغ، ولی اونقدر ک‌میخواستم نتونستم روش کار کنم.
#inktober2023
قرار بود ی تیکه از داستان باشه ک گوون و سباستین میرن توی دهن وزغ، ولی اونقدر ک‌میخواستم نتونستم روش کار کنم.
#inktober2023
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Day 9 : bounce
She bounced way too much and now she's in another page
ب میز شلخته ام نگاه نکنید..
#inktober2023
She bounced way too much and now she's in another page
#inktober2023
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Themarrax🎃🕸️
Day 9 : bounce She bounced way too much and now she's in another page ب میز شلخته ام نگاه نکنید.. #inktober2023
اعتراض دارم چرا تلگرام این همه ری اکشن بیخود داره بجز قارچ
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Forwarded from 🩵•|Shimmerox|•💛 (🐉The Devious Dib🐉)
I think wanting to be perfect is like wanting to be like everyone else, and therefore, you lose what made you special. Maybe your imperfection is what makes YOU perfect
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Forwarded from 🩵•|Shimmerox|•💛 (🐉The Devious Dib🐉)
Sometimes something's flaws will become what makes it so unique and memorable
Like an albino deer, like a dimple in someone's cheek, like heterochromia, a drawing that is off model, cartoony, and has weird anatomical proportions, with colors so bright they will blinden your eyes, like poetry that sounds like absolute nonsense
And most importantly, like an impure unpolished piece of agate, with little pieces of debris and dust and colorful laces in side of it.
There's beauty to be found in what we define as "imperfection".
Like an albino deer, like a dimple in someone's cheek, like heterochromia, a drawing that is off model, cartoony, and has weird anatomical proportions, with colors so bright they will blinden your eyes, like poetry that sounds like absolute nonsense
And most importantly, like an impure unpolished piece of agate, with little pieces of debris and dust and colorful laces in side of it.
There's beauty to be found in what we define as "imperfection".
Art isn't something with mathematical calculations, it is never 2+2=4. (In my opinion of course.)
Have fun with what you're doing.
Have fun with what you're doing.
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