A mindless and weird doodle with Twilight and cats.
(I love cats in Twilight Princess.)
Mindless Sketch (of my love)
Spontaneous repaints of old artwork
Hey, my hearties! How are you? I hope you're doing well.
I recently came across my art straight out of 2019 and its redraw from 2021. So I had a thought: what if I redrew it again? For the sake of seeing my growth over the years.
As you can understand, I did that. So, let's start in order!
1. 2019. This was the second year I started drawing relatively seriously. I was trying to copy Sonic's style a bit back then, I don't know why. It doesn't look like it, I know. Just a fun fact.
2. 2021. This is where I already got my first ipad. It's gotten better, though the textures, lights and shadows need work. A lot of work. But overall it's not too bad.
3. 2024. And here it is! This year's redraw!
I've definitely grown in skill, I'm not going to lie. Yes, there is room for growth, but I have come a long way and I am proud of myself
That's all for now. Sorry for such a spontaneous post, I just had to share this.
Peace, everyone!
Bye.
I continue my strange experiments + little Bloom
Trying something new + Corey
hiimgin reblogged
Imagine the wings that from birth were supposed to carry you to the heavens, but instead you hide them under your clothes, trying not to let anyone see them. These wings that were once supposed to be a symbol of your freedom now seem like a burden. They cling to the fabric, hiding from a world that is not ready to see them, from a society that would look at them with incomprehension and judgment.
Hiding them is like giving up a part of who you are, as if every time a cloak or cape covers them, they become a little smaller, a little weaker, and with them your freedom fades away. It's not just an act of protection, it's an act of self-sacrifice, where you choose every day to live within other people's expectations instead of taking off and showing the world your true nature.
But by hiding them, you can't get rid of their weight. The wings still pull you down, as if to remind you, "You were supposed to be different. You should have taken off." But instead you hide them, trying to fit in, striving to be someone society sees you as, even if it's not you.
And each time you hide them, it gets harder and harder. The wings weigh on you not only physically, but mentally as well, their presence a constant reminder that you're not who you're supposed to be. To hide them is to fight with yourself, to deprive yourself of the flight that could have been your freedom, but instead turns into an eternal burden that you live with every day.
Just pondering...
Random sketch of me. Also, me as a bird
I wasn't sure I wanted to post this, but.... I'm gonna put it up
Ben. Ben's an idiot. I love him.
Birdie!