Pastel Power

Heeey, for something that looks like crayon (which I was abysmal at when I was young), it ain't half bad. I actually had some fun with it!

First for comparison purposes, here's the actual photo (taken by myself so no copyright infringement here):



This is the final piece:



This is one part of two practicals we have - the last two for this semester, coupled with our first assignment. Talk about ending it with a bang!

I'll upload pictures of the last practical sometime later. Many WIPs for that one because it took me so darn long to finish....

Game of Light and Dark

Now that we're being bombarded by assignments, I finally have something to upload besides just brushing away dust from my writing.

First is a WIP, as usual:



The final piece!



I learned a lot from this piece, and for a drawing without blending (OMG!) it was actually pretty fun! I wouldn't mind doing it again...sans the time limit and worry about scores, of course.

Our last two practicals for this semester will be handed in later this week, so stay tuned for more (scarring) pieces soon.

Countdown

Just a little rhyming fun I had whilst doing assignments.

It’s one, tis fun!

It’s two, say boo.

It’s three, be free.

It’s four, have more!

It’s five, beehive.

It’s six, take sticks.

It’s seven, like heaven.

It’s eight, fast freight.

It’s nine, that’s fine.

It’s ten, what then?

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Tick, tock; tick, tock...tick.

There's only so much you can do when you're doing a countdown backwards...watch your step in case you fall.

Soothing Pain

Okay, I admit. It hurts. A lot. And this is probably going to turn into an emo post but I'm past caring about facades at this point.

I'm still trying to recover, but recurring events keep pushing me back. Every tiny step I take forward, I get shoved deeper in than I was in the first place. It's tiring; I've lost count of how many times I've mourned my inability to soothe the tumour festering in my soul.

But it's there, and try as I might, cry as I might, I still can't make it go away. It knifes through me like my life's made of butter.

Why am I so weak?

Why is my worst enemy...myself?

I should just let it go. But I can't. And it hurts...so, so much.

私の心は...死んだか?

とても...いたい よ.

よわい.

Practical 4 - Tone and Value

Since I've long been idle in terms of drawings, here's an update:

WIP


...aaaand the final piece:


Charcoal on rough tooth paper. Twas a load of fun even though I suck at it >.< Will practice!

Enciente.

Sometimes things aren't what they seem.

There are, people say, many things you can hide behind a smile - what they neglect to mention is that many things can be hidden behind a myriad of other, subtle, barely-there nuances in body language, too.

I hate it when a smile means so much more - negatively. Hate. It. There are already so many things that are double-edged; why must something so simple be double-edged too? And then there are other gestures one tries to hide by saying: I'm sleepy, I'm tired; no, nothing's wrong. Excuses! Have you ever thought about what we feel when you deflect it like that? Do you think it's okay? Well, think again. When you push us away it shows your lack of trust...and we're human. It hurts.

Why must there be a difference between looking happy and actually feeling happy? The mask one wears...it tires, it drains, it cracks, it kills, but still we wear it. I wonder why. Or maybe I do not, for the answer lies also within myself.

What shackles us so?

What indeed.

Enciente. Cum passione.