As if this time of the year isn't bad enough...
- I seriously hate Spring. Don't get me wrong, I love the weather, the flowers, the storms, the revival...
I just can't stand the memories. At all.
I'm sorry for my semi-disappearance, if anyone's actually reading this. I'm at an all-out art block.
I can't write to save my life. I get two lines in and get stuck.
Drawing just doesn't appeal to me right now.
I've been painting... but the projects never get done. (Perfectionist using the cheapest tools ever.)
So, yeah... I'm alive. Barely.
Llamas for Everyone!
- I've long held the mindset that the "Random Deviant" feature (and its siblings) is one of the best ways to discover new artists here on dA. However, instead of letting people know with a cheesy/obvious page comment or leaving them wondering, I leave them with a little llama companion and browse through their gallery a bit before moving on. I strongly encourage anyone reading this to try this method in their free time while on dA, as it can be a great way to discover some awesome artists as well as a perfect opportunity to make new friends and gather a few llamas in return.
Personal Art News
- The words be flowin', they be!
Please check out some of the awesome deviants and deviations in my group, #Always--Inspired. Feel free to join and submit your own works, too!
LiesI live in side
Which you call a head
The bars won't
Break or bend
Because I just can't win
I wake up each morning peering out through my eyes
Taking in each second
With your lies
Seeping in through my blinds
They're closed tight
So I won't get scared at night
But your lies
And give me nightmares all over again
I close my eyes for a second
As I pretend that feeling isn't there
It's the same way I felt when you left me waiting for you
In the rain
Is something missing?
Is something missing?
I lie to myself like you do everyday to everyone
Of course not, nothing's missing.
I ask myself
Why is it so hard to come out of my shell?
Why am I hiding?
I say nothing
Because I'm hiding from the truth
It's hard to accept
That you were never as kind as you pretended to be
I'm walking in the city
Looking for nothing in particular
Someone calls my name
It's your voice
Brings back a memory
Of your dainty hands
And your quiet smile
Something inside me snaps
And my legs start to
To those commenting on my page or art...
- I do read and appreciate all comments on my page, on my pieces, etc. However, unless something stands out (I.E: Seems like more than the generic "Thanks for ___!" or "I really like ____!") then I'll likely not try to fight my shyness and reply. On the other hand, if it does happen to stick out, or if it's some sort of question that I can answer, I'll try my best to respond. Shyness sucks, but it's something I'll get over in time.