I've never been proud of my sketches nor I ever tried to make them better since they were only meant for me to keep track of my own ideas. Having to share my sketches with my clients forces me to make them prettier and it actually turned out quite helpful for myself too. Maybe one day I will be more confident and my sketches will be actually decent and not just a guideline for the future.
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Uhm, hi?
I'm still alive, I'm learning to live with my illness and take care of it, and things are a little better now, so I'm slowly coming back to doing what I love.
I finished the last comission I was working on before things started to turn to crap (and my client was extremely patient and understanding for the whole time, they're a fantastic person and incredible artist) yesterday and I'm already working on a new piece today. It takes time but art is what I want to dedicate my life to.
I'm still alive, I'm learning to live with my illness and take care of it, and things are a little better now, so I'm slowly coming back to doing what I love.
I finished the last comission I was working on before things started to turn to crap (and my client was extremely patient and understanding for the whole time, they're a fantastic person and incredible artist) yesterday and I'm already working on a new piece today. It takes time but art is what I want to dedicate my life to.
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This is my latest commission. I truly loved designing all those little jewels, but also their horns and eyes were such a lovely experience!
Haven't had my comeback on other platforms yet so I'll just post it here for the time being. Give it some love. 💙
Haven't had my comeback on other platforms yet so I'll just post it here for the time being. Give it some love. 💙
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I see new subcribers here!
Welcome, and thank you for joining.
I will be coming back this week from my ✨poor health black hole✨ and I may or may not have a few little announcements for you.
Thank you also to everyone who decided to stay despite the long hiatus. I am truly, deeply thankful for your patience and appreciation.
See you soon!!
Welcome, and thank you for joining.
I will be coming back this week from my ✨poor health black hole✨ and I may or may not have a few little announcements for you.
Thank you also to everyone who decided to stay despite the long hiatus. I am truly, deeply thankful for your patience and appreciation.
See you soon!!
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Larimar and Ainalrami, Vesper's dads, the happiest and most devoted couple in all of Sidra.
They've been inseparable since they were kids: Ainalrami would always sneak out of the Astral Palace and climb up to his best friend's window, and they would spar and read books and make up stories all night long. Nothing would keep apart, and nothing ever will.
Twice a year, the Sidrans witness the migration of the sky mantas, they move towards to endless night for the summer and fly back south in the winter. And the whole nation celebrates their passage, the floating city lights up and people wear gold and blue, symbolically guiding the creatures to their destination.
They've been inseparable since they were kids: Ainalrami would always sneak out of the Astral Palace and climb up to his best friend's window, and they would spar and read books and make up stories all night long. Nothing would keep apart, and nothing ever will.
Twice a year, the Sidrans witness the migration of the sky mantas, they move towards to endless night for the summer and fly back south in the winter. And the whole nation celebrates their passage, the floating city lights up and people wear gold and blue, symbolically guiding the creatures to their destination.
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No, I am not on hiatus. In fact, I have been working on what will be my largest and most complex piece so far. It will be named "The Deal".
Do you wish to see a little snippet of it and or you'd rather have a full surprise at the end?
Do you wish to see a little snippet of it and or you'd rather have a full surprise at the end?
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I am planning on launching a few pieces as prints at the end of the summer so stay tuned!
Might even take a few commissions after this piece is done, who knows?
Might even take a few commissions after this piece is done, who knows?
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💫 Little personal post 💫
I never received any education regarding how to create art. The closest I ever went to that was having an art teacher in middle school that wouldn't even talk to the class, she would show us a random famous artwork and tell us to copy it: she never gave us any instruction or explanation, just "you have one hour, copy it as meticulously as possible". Being... well, me, I always refused to do that, and would spend that hour drawing whatever I wanted to draw... which, looking back, was our teacher's plan all along, since she always rewarded and praised me for that, and I always got the highest score despite being the only one openly disobeying. I still don't understand her reasoning but whatever.
Fast forward to my highschool years. I really wanted to go to an art school, but my parents openly opposed that decision, saying that I "deserved to have a more prestigious and serious education". So I didn't get to go to an art school. But of course I still ended up drawing a lot during classes, and all my professors -even the strictest and most toxic ones- allowed that, since I was a good student and they quickly understood that drawing actually helped me staying focused and calm. Art History was my favorite subject, and the man teaching it was, by a long shot, my favorite teacher. He was a very tormented, pious man, and our religious beliefs -with me being openly pagan since I was a child- constantly clashed, but we had fun during those lessons as he was a very cultured and enthusiastic guy, and we respected each other: he was a splendid teacher and I was an avid pupil. I appreciated his love for details and all his lessons carved their way into my soul.
Here I am, years later, pursuing art every single day. I was never taught how to draw, but I was taught to appreciate beauty.
And where everything else failed when my health, both psychological and physical, got so poor I could barely exist, art remained and won again and again.
So I hope you can see all of that in my art: the struggles and the battles, the hate and love, the longing and the rage. I hope you see the symbolism and the math, the stories and the questions. I hope you see my mind, and all its doubts and its desires. I hope, when you look at the canvases I weave with tears and sighs and smiles and shakey fingers and memories and ideas, I hope you see me.
I never received any education regarding how to create art. The closest I ever went to that was having an art teacher in middle school that wouldn't even talk to the class, she would show us a random famous artwork and tell us to copy it: she never gave us any instruction or explanation, just "you have one hour, copy it as meticulously as possible". Being... well, me, I always refused to do that, and would spend that hour drawing whatever I wanted to draw... which, looking back, was our teacher's plan all along, since she always rewarded and praised me for that, and I always got the highest score despite being the only one openly disobeying. I still don't understand her reasoning but whatever.
Fast forward to my highschool years. I really wanted to go to an art school, but my parents openly opposed that decision, saying that I "deserved to have a more prestigious and serious education". So I didn't get to go to an art school. But of course I still ended up drawing a lot during classes, and all my professors -even the strictest and most toxic ones- allowed that, since I was a good student and they quickly understood that drawing actually helped me staying focused and calm. Art History was my favorite subject, and the man teaching it was, by a long shot, my favorite teacher. He was a very tormented, pious man, and our religious beliefs -with me being openly pagan since I was a child- constantly clashed, but we had fun during those lessons as he was a very cultured and enthusiastic guy, and we respected each other: he was a splendid teacher and I was an avid pupil. I appreciated his love for details and all his lessons carved their way into my soul.
Here I am, years later, pursuing art every single day. I was never taught how to draw, but I was taught to appreciate beauty.
And where everything else failed when my health, both psychological and physical, got so poor I could barely exist, art remained and won again and again.
So I hope you can see all of that in my art: the struggles and the battles, the hate and love, the longing and the rage. I hope you see the symbolism and the math, the stories and the questions. I hope you see my mind, and all its doubts and its desires. I hope, when you look at the canvases I weave with tears and sighs and smiles and shakey fingers and memories and ideas, I hope you see me.
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I've seen this post around so I'm joining.
Been working hard but the batteries are kinda low today.
Been working hard but the batteries are kinda low today.
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To all my friends and followers that haven't received a reply from me in a while: I am very sorry. Not only I've been dealing with the usual medical issues but summer is always painful for me due to the discomfort and dysphoria it brings. I'm still working and I have very precise plans for the future, and I'll come back to you as soon as possible. Please, forgive me, and thank you for your patience.
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