Who am I? It's a question I've always wondered about. If I remove myself from my job, from my family and friends, from any attachments in life, even from my drawing tools, what do I have left? My emotions. It's what I use everyday to understand this place. I look in mirror and I see myself growing older, wiser, and calmer to the idea that it is okay to be yourself, even though it is difficult. When I awake every morning, I take myself to the loneliest place in my mind, the darkest place in my heart, and stay there for a momentarily until I realize what is most important. And that is my physical and emotional intelligence. I bring to life all my creativity in this world with utmost sincerity and conviction. In this world, there is only love, hope, and death each awaiting for their turn to strike. And I am ready with pencil in hand to draw or write for the inspiration to defend who I am, truly.
I am the one with a pencil and paper and I draw for a living. My work stems from a particular place of peculiarity. It is fantasy, post apocalyptic, and nature infused creating a world of bugs, weeds, and little children working for and against nature. I draw the sublime and animistic qualities that the landscape exudes and exposes. I love drawing in pencil, and editing it digitally. I love to write stories about our dying planet and the chaos that humans have done to it. And in return, nature comes back to claim it. Below is an excerpt from my story of PQlyUrth.
"Peculiar Earth, you were never first. Dry up, crack, wilt, where is life in dust and filth? And bugs are everywhere. Come outside if you dare. Nothing survives on the surface anymore burn in children's eyes, as bruises as sores. A war awakes. Disease outbreaks. The wind and roots will take lives. Children run and hide. Man and nature divides. The remains of nature cries."
Xiscoponcejr
I am the one with a pencil and paper and I draw for a living. My work stems from a particular place of peculiarity. It is fantasy, post apocalyptic, and nature infused creating a world of bugs, weeds, and little children working for and against nature. I draw the sublime and animistic qualities that the landscape exudes and exposes. I love drawing in pencil, and editing it digitally. I love to write stories about our dying planet and the chaos that humans have done to it. And in return, nature comes back to claim it. Below is an excerpt from my story of PQlyUrth.
"Peculiar Earth, you were never first. Dry up, crack, wilt, where is life in dust and filth? And bugs are everywhere. Come outside if you dare. Nothing survives on the surface anymore burn in children's eyes, as bruises as sores. A war awakes. Disease outbreaks. The wind and roots will take lives. Children run and hide. Man and nature divides. The remains of nature cries."
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