Loud

Just a sketch. Can't decide what to do with it color-wise at this point; so this might stay a sketch.

The Mesmer Niyati

I was on my old Elfwood account the other day. I drew Niyati a lot in high school and I saw these two drawings I posted 11 years ago and decided to redo them 2-in-1style. Niyati has the power within to create very powerful and beautiful illusions, especially when she dances.

Comet Course

I'm thinking I might do like 8-12 style frames to show more of the actual storyboard  on each of these. I dunno yet. My primary objective was to establish style rather than the actual story, but I figured I might as well kill 2 birds with one stone. I have pretty much seen the these in my head from beginning to end every time I hear the songs that paint them in my mind. I hope to actually animate them one day, but in the meantime it just kinda makes sense to  do as many storyboard/style frames as I can. So here's a VERY rough draft of Comet Course by Flying Lotus. I wanted to wait until they were colored to post them, but I like to post as frequently as possible. Hopefully next time I post, all these bad boys will be all cleaned up and colored.

Sophistiratchet

Boogie's good side.

Fucking Mondays...

I'm super emo today. I don't know why. There is no particular reason to be sad other than my mind repeatedly taking me to sad memories. Maybe it's because it's raining. Maybe it's because I don't really have anybody to talk to who will just listen. Maybe it's because it's Monday. I dunno, but I'm feeling very heavy today. I didn't even want to get out of bed. I was contemplating calling in sick to work before a tiny voice inside simply said "Kick today in the fucking teeth." So I got up, got dressed, and drudged my ass to work amidst the hazy grey monotonous blur of the mundane and dull sense of ennui that is life sometimes. Cheers to angsty purple prose and here's to better days.

Blair

Boy practice with Blair. He got an update. Woo!... is it hot in here? Better open a window...

Visit the Sky

Quick sketch. This song painted this picture in my mind... but... it sounds slightly more yellow.

Up Against the Wall

>.>......Nooooo comment.

Love is a Lottery

When  I  trusted  another with the most vulnerable part of my being, the risk of losing it increased exponentially. To hope and trust she would never take advantage of that, is to love.  Too many times have I trusted another deeply flawed creature to be responsible with such power, and each failure took a piece of me that I can never get back. I deserve this pain, somehow. This punishment is retribution for the transgressions of my past life. Thus, I shall serve out the rest of my sentence in this existence, alone; protecting what’s left of me from the potential abyss of disappointment that would surely consume me, should I fail again. Why would I risk the tiniest bit of what’s left of myself for a glimmer of hope of what I know to be a lie? Love is a lottery and the chances of winning are just as probable.

Gypsy's Kiss

*muah*