I wish I could come up with a better name. But only this made sense.
If eyes are the windows to the soul, we should be able to see tales in peoples’ eyes. What then should be assumed of people whose eyes say nothing?
Is “Genuineness” the defining factor in the difference between real helpers and people-pleasers?
I presume the right answers can be found when you search each heart. But no one is willing to, because sometimes we find the ugliest things buried deep.
True treachery lives deep inside the heart of men. And it is the sole creator of chains that bind.
What should you do when the precious things that surround you become an actual ring of fire?
Rapidly closing in on you.
Sometimes, It is a lot easier to set yourself ablaze than to put out the flames.
Especially when you only have your hands.
Once, I hastily tried to put out the scorching flames with nothing but my hands. Even as the fire roasted my flesh, It took me a while to realise that there was sand underneath my feet.
Sand that I could have easily kicked over the fire.
Sunken was supposed to have been done in colouring pencil. I feel like colours would have given it more life, but I left all my colouring pencils in London, and didn’t feel like buying yet another set. I already have 3.
Dedicated to strong women everywhere and to the special ones in my life who inspired this.
Follow your heart. To where? and at what cost?
Whilst he thought of ways to follow his dreams, she thought ‘how do we pay the bills and eat?’
Not that she didn’t have any dreams of her own, but she was evidently more willing, albeit reluctant, to make sacrifices. “You make certain concessions to protect your own”
Ending up deeply wrought by a situation she concluded to be the fault of his selfishness and egoism.
Rocked by the thought that she would have happily supported anything, if only he was at least following the voice of God. Not that of his fickle heart.
After finally accepting that chivalry is not actually dead because it never really existed, she could really only blame herself.
‘Its just, as you go through life, you’re bound to sometimes forget that people are just human beings. Regardless of who they are, what they mean to you or the promises that bind them.’
It was the sound of my heart breaking.
When I forged for you clippers to break the hedge. “Set me free?”
Instead you used them to rip out my wings.
Cracked the bones even when they were still attached.
Robbed the desert soil of it’s gold.
These are my just rewards;
For there is nothing new underneath the sun.
“Whosoever breaketh a hedge, a serpent shall bite him”
The day before I drew this, I saw some swans really up close and thought I was going to end up drawing swans. But instead I ended up drawing someone with a swan like neck.
I wanted to give Nightmare feathers on her neck but after drawing the hair, I was less inclined to the feathers idea and gave her red iris instead.
The Nightmare realm.
When I stopped feeling, I moved to the nightmare realm.
In hope that it would shock my senses back into motion.
In the realm of nightmares, I learnt that;
Sometimes the moon does a poor imitation of the sun.
Some curses can never be reversed because deep down we are so used to them being a part of our identity.
When invisible snakes dart at you, they do it with the most evil of intentions.
That poison can only be fatal when it runs through your veins.
That water and music have healing properties.
I learnt that fire burns but it also cleanses,
that bread is not life unless it is the bread of life.
Hi guys, welcome to my Art space. On here I will post stuff derived from my mind and created with my hands. Enjoy.