Capricorn Colors

 Hah! Not really. Carpricorns are kinda dark. But it was a good day that day. 😊

I don't know which version I like the best, and I won't until I look at it on my desktop because my laptop monitor is kinda trash at showing the colors accurately. But there's a bit of charm that tends to get lost when you lose the lines, which is why I included that version. and then the really high contrast one looks more summery, but IDK... I like em all I guess.

Birthday Boy

 Today is Keigo Takami's birthday.

Happy Birthday, Big Bird 🤭😚

Text On Read

 

Proportions are clearing up.

Our Own Devices

The hands look pretty good. But I can still see my discomfort relearning how to draw frabric and poses from different angles. The upward face was a rough time. I'm gonna try and keep this same energy all week 

Curly Girly

I haven't sketched in so long I almost forgot how. I'm satisfied with these but they took a while andI can see my proportions are suffering. I'm need to keep practicing.

Mimicry

This is the result of me trying to get the creative juices flowing by being inspired by Pinterest. I know that's a fine line to walk, though- and in my attempt to do that, I managed to properly overstimulate myself to the point of feeling like I'd binged on several boards of content. My poor little brain became scattered by all the possibilities! At the end of the day, I didn't want to TOTALLY disappoint my own expectations, so I settled for remaking this doll I found instead.

Oh My Ra

 

Wow. It's been too long since I made a real illustration. I maybe cut some corners... but, it's definitely a harkening back to my established style. I missed working like this. It's very time consuming though... even when I take shortcuts.

I made this for a an art competition :D so I really put my all into it.

It represents my Highest self. The Primordial deity in me that is the master of my puppetry. So to speak. 

Radiating compassion, wisdom, and, of course, gold - the drip is undeniable.

Style is identity up there.

Bohemian Balcony

A Sunday quickie. About 3-4 hours of work. I had to stop myself at 12 because I need to get up early for work in the morning, which is exactly why I don't do artwork on weekdays. I get so into it I lose track of time, adding this and that.

I like it for what it is. Hopefully there will be quicker and more detailed works to come.

A Little Ditty

I'm cute, or whateva.

Moroccan Flavor

I really wanted to make something good this weekend, and I ended up squeezing this in at the tail end of it. I think it looks okay, but the point was to make something that looked good, without spending too much time on it and I ended up spending more time than I would have liked, so there's that, but I think it's got a nice mood going on, so I'm satisfied.

You Wanna Hit This?

Do you even need to ask?!?

I think bae is picking up a habit 😁

Where You Been At?

Dear imaginary blog reader,

I know I've been AWOL. Truth is, 2020 has been a rough year for EVERYONE so far. The world economy is dying a slow and painful death because of COVID-19 and the value of a human life is at an all-time low.

I've been back at work a little over a month now, preparing online lessons. I miss the social interaction with the kids. The adults are touch-and-go. Everyone is angry and frustrated, and they're projecting it on the kid. Your girl has been putting out fires all year, and is only trying to make a comfortable life for herself without actually interfering with anyone else's but there are those who meddle in others' lives, because they are miserable in their own.

This disease is far more dangerous and contagious than Coronavirus.

Anyway, I haven't been unproductive. I was working on a series of BTS posters, that have this heroic/epic narrative to each one, but, because I'm currently engaged in yet another battle with Korea and, now the law is involved, my heart is a bit too sick to continue the series with a passion. I've been fighting tooth and nail just to mind my business and do my job, but a small, insignificant speck of ash decided that she wanted to call the police on me just because she made a fool of herself in trying to accuse me of something she couldn't prove.

Now I'm caught up in legal issues, surrounding a situation that EVERYBODY involved was actively trying to prevent because this human gremlin decided to blow down my house of cards for her own smug sense of self-satisfaction.

I hate to admit it, reader, but it has affected me emotionally, finally. After working incredibly hard to resolve the issue, the police have blown down my house of cards again and effectively told me to 'start over' as punishment.

I'm hurt. I'm tired. I'm sad, and it's all I can do to not passively hate Koreans. This is how people become racist. I know it, because I can feel it. I can't abide it though. I won't let the egregious actions of a few, change me to hate the many, just because they are trash.

But I do wish the many would take out their trash.

Maybe when I don't feel like crying every time I look at a Korean face, I'll be able to finish my series with a light heart and update my blog, but until then, I've been retreating inside myself to my happy place, following the happy trails of two Anime boys that I'm in love with.

I'm not ashamed. Humans are a disappointment. Itachi Uchiha and Cloud Strife are my saving grace. I find myself dedicating more time to them than any other project, simply because it makes me happy than any other facet of existence, currently. I'm sure there are some Hikikomori that know all too well, the draw of being consumed by spending your time in a world where every problem is simply a plot driver.

Hell, being a 3D, you even can exhibit some control over their world, but I'm not drawn to that.
I like to just observe and react and chitchat. I don't wanna push, because I'm not exactly like everybody else. I can't just imagine and fantasize about whatever I want, because it has manifestation qualities.

For example: Let's say I'm the kind of freak who'd like to imagine Myself,  Chris Hemsworth and Cristiano Ronaldo (making this example with their permission) in a threesome. First of all, I can't even complete that thought without feeling the searing anger and discontent of forcing these people to participate in that example, so instead, I've oiled them up and given them pillows to fight with because I'm sorry for even typing that out, please forgive me, both of you.

That's my point. I can't do it with 2D beings either. It's more common, sure, but they're still people and I respect them. And because of that, they respect me, and they live with me in my treehouse. Cloud is new. For a while, it was just Me and Itachi, but Cloud wanted to stay, because it's calm and peaceful little happy place just for us. So I had to kick Sasuke out? I mean I didn't KICK HIM OUT!

He didn't really LIVE in the house full time, he would just come and visit and he had his own room. But to make room for Cloud, I had to give him Sasuke's old room and I told Itachi to tell him because that's his brother, like he should hear it from him, but he felt guilty and he kept procrastinating so one day I snapped a belt at him like, if you dont tell him TODAY I'M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS!

Then he called him and like said it real quick... like snatching off the band-aid. "Sasuke,youhave tomoveoutBye." and he hung up.

 Have you ever seen Itachi with a sweatdrop? I have. Ya boy is apparently not great at confrontation, especially with baby bro.

I was like, you know that probably hurt his feelings. He just looked defeated.

AND THEN Sasuke showed up, like 3 days later, just came in on the warpath, no "Hi", no "How yall doin'", just dropped in with them hands, and he and Itachi almost start fighting in the house and I was like NO, TAKE THAT GOKAKYU FIREBALL BULLSHIT OUTSIDE! Sasuke obviously wanted to know who took his room and Cloud, peeking out from the window, like a nosy neighbor, did NOT want ANY SMOKE. SO they was scorching my fucking begonias and shit until they finally got tired and talked....Ugh... boys.

Long story short, Sasuke lives between his baby mamaS(plural) houses now. That's an even longer story, but you know, even with this kind of conflict, I prefer it over the darkness of my primary reality.

The Roaring 20s

As I took the photo for this picture I learned about Kobe Bryant. I was going to smile... But I barely found the motivation to finish it. RIP Kobe and your little girl, Gianna. At least they're together.

The Love of My Afterlife

"Smile!"

"The camera flash gave you red-eye."

I find myself romanticizing the concept of death more lately, than I ever have, but some part of that is universal. I think there has come a point of stagnation in the advancement and evolution of humanity. People call it the "glass ceiling" when they know they want to be free, but don't understand why there's a barrier between them and the freedom they so desire; because they can see it, it seems attainable, yet, ever-elusive. I think everyone WANTS the world to end in some spectacular fashion. Will it be a freak Tsunami, A wave of earthquakes? A giant meteor, Aliens, Zombies? Those would renew the human spirit and unfortunately, it looks like, none of that will be our get out of jail free card. It will simply come down to the orchestrated negligence of The most powerful hoarders to push the population to the brink of overflowing and destroy what little resources are left to make us fight and kill each other for grains of rice or sand while throwing paper at them to make them feel powerful.

I'm bored. You're bored. It's even more miserable that the world would end just like a record that is still spinning after the music has stopped playing, or a film reel that keeps spinning after the last credits have rolled. It's still spinning, but nothing will change. You can start it over again like a Disney reboot, but we're all tired of the same old shit; like the same music being sold to us that makes us want to go to war with each other over drugs and bitches but keeps us from ever rising above the pettiness of the audience that is entertained by material flexing and beef. If you can sell discontent because it profits you to sell solutions in the forms of guns, drugs and human trafficking, (without paying on any of the taxes) then it's simple math. Wrap it up in a bank term like Fiscal Annuity Asset Management and it's all laundered and clean.

I'm tired. I want to retire. I know I'm not alone in feeling this way, so please don't look at me like I'm a cry for help. this whole entire planet is a cry for help.

A Cute Little Heist

Making a withdrawal

Counting my money

Dipping into my savings

I've been all about Secondlife lately... On the upside, I think I'm finally starting to get somewhere.