A chalk drawing of two people singing under a tree in the rain. Their song the same, neither remembering meeting the other before, but each of their voices stirring distant, long forgotten memories in the other.
Qasaherim and Elvarelyn two of my female demon characters I have created years ago (especially the one on the right i created her when I was 10).one is a spiteful rebel the other is a domineering termagent,can you guess which one?Such old artwork dates back I think 2018?hence the notebook paper.i know uploading old art is stale and repetitive,today is probably the last day I will upload irrelevant junk.
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Based on family life role of father in the family supportive to all generation face hardship but never be week always supportive to their family some time he do sacrifice for himself but at the end family is successful and he is supportive to his family
In a world where there were no cellphones and no caller ID and a lovely random surprise guest a couple times a week. Charcoal powder and charcoal pencil on paper 11x14inches
I made this as a reminder for myself. My past and my environment might hurt me, but inside I am safe, I am enough, I am okay, I am minee. I'm experiencing hard times with trauma and other stuff, so I needed a reminder for myself. This is on my door now. I covered up some personal details, the white blobs. March 2020. Pastel on paper.
World gone to hell
Sons duaghters leaving their families homes, dying of a new and namles plague. Where are the gods? And what has become of my hero? I am king, but no more subjects are under my command.
A kingdom falls. A new age dawns, the illest omens herald its bitter arrival .
God preserve us.
We have forasken god, they do not forasake us.
This is why we must be stricken with sickness. . . .. … …
Weep for me.
Weep for all our brothers and sisters.
And now every uncreative poet and halfwit bard seeks to make drama of our troubles.
We are their muse, their grand epic to tell the children.
Fear the virus, dont look away, disturb the dead, praise us for our lies to you. They lead the masses to slay each out of fear.
Cry.
Yes, cry
Cry for your fallen.
They will not be returning for you soon.
But you are still alive, and for that you shall become stronger.
Onward
We cannot always bury the dead. Today , time is against us. We move foward, we carry the sorrow, but the ultimate goal is to defeat sorrow. Whatever form this darkess takes, we face it. Unafraid. And unrelenting.
Forge on into the night. Not gently and quiet shall be our passing.
For, if i am to end, and you likewise, we plant our flag atop the highest hill.
We scream our battle cry and let none forget our actions
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The very mountains will shake, and echo our last breath.
This is my promise.
If i shall die, i die as i am now
A man. I have decided.
So, i die
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