my upside down man worked out well, all for his missing head, i was only going to use grey and blacks until i acciently smudge red on it.. so i made him something else
the mysterious headless stranger sits on his chair, white handkerchief stained red, fingers filthy and collar drenched- the smell of blood lingers in a room, there room is big yet not there at all, how? and where is his head? this is the mystery of the upside down man, in his upside down life.
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illuminated Letter: after the inking bootcamp we started doing illuminated letters, that were personalized. i usually prefer a minimalist style and was going to keep the design simple and not colour it, but the more i worked on it the more i was bent on making it colourful and beautiful, though i did this with micron pen and not the pen everyone else used it was still a motivational experience
Blue Niagara (American 1825-1894)
I hear water I smell water I need help I am going to to get lost I feel cold I want to swim Dear Mom, I am writing to you from Blue Niagara. I do not know why or how but it has become certain that im in the waterfall, how i did not foresee these events baffles me, i gotta get out of the water and out of the painting, please feed Smudge Manao Tupappau The Spirits Of Dead Watching (Paul Gauguin, French 1848-1903)893–94, probably printed 1900–1
I hear nothing I smell spirits I love myself I have seen dead I want to know more I feel the ground jobless crying I am lying down today. I am home The spirits are with me profile: my name is ŗ̸̡͍̟̜͓̞͕̜̩͎͓͕̱͈̮̪̰͖̫̮͉͒̓͗͆͂̓͂͌̒̿͌̔̀͋͊̂̃̿͘͘͘͜͝Ȩ̶̡͚͔̺̬̬̟̜͉͉̫͙̼̳͈̺̂̋̀͐́̇̍̿̓̈͗͑̌͛́͗͛̀͗̚̚͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅą̷̨̨̧͖̠̲̲̝̪̯̮̝͓͚͈̝̟̻̣̳̆̀̔̃̿̇͛̀̎̊̿̄͑̎́̂̊̔̑̓̚͘͜ͅP̴̢͍̗̣̘̣̥̗̟͓̺̝͙̠̙̠͕͎̗͙̜̈́̿͛̅̀̓̀̈͒͗̈́̈̅̌̆̊͑̾̾̚͘͜͠ͅë̸̛̮̭̞̩̺͎͙̻͚̻̪̗͈̳͈̩̤̙͉̪̳͔́́̓͑͆͛̈̉̓̈́̂̎̊̈̍̍̂̈́̿͘͠͝R̷̨̡̲͈͕͙̗͇̝̥̹̟͎̯̭̗̝̻̺͔͔̈́̎̃̂͛͛͛̀͑͐̃̆̒͛̆̽̋̋̄̈́̈́͘͜ģ̴̨̠̪̥͙̝̥͕̝̮̤̯̘̭̱̰̪̣̰̗͈̃̿͆͊̆̈́͛́̂̈́͑̈͋̄̓͗̎̏͐̚̕͝R̵̡̨̨̛̥̗͙̯̦̭͍̫͈̱͎̝̬̞̳̘̩̙̺̫͑̀̋̑̍͌̊͐̎̃͂̓̽̒͐͋͋̚̕͝͠i̵̡̡̛̹̗͖̼̹̯̤̳̰̦͔̞̬͇̗͇̮̞͚̾̈́̄͗͛̉̽͂͒͐͌̀͋̒͛̐̔̿̓̔͝͝ͅM̷̢̡̡̡̨̡̛̝͚̬͙̭̬̞̱̺̲̞͓̞̱͓̆̌͂̾̓͒̿̈͗̏͑̓̄̅͂̀́̒̔̌̌̾͜ͅ i see the spirits of dead watching me they aren't as bas as one would expect. they are my friends. i̵̲̖̪̘̣͉̟̩̺̝̜̦̝͉ l̷̢̢͕̯̜̖͖̦̱̹͇͍̭̣o̵̢̧͙̲̖̹̝͉̖̘̩̜͖͔v̷̪͎͖͖̝̜͔̺̩̤͓̦̠ͅe̸̡̡̘̙̜͈̝̦̞̹͇͍͕̦ t̴̡̨̞̰̻͈̞̘̫͚̰̤͓h̸̨͈̪͇̝̼̣̮̻̤̦̣̯̹ȩ̴̢̡͎̦̖̯̞̱̦̼̝̩ͅm̵̧̱̯͇͈͇̮̜͖̘͍͍̠͉ I am a few hundred.. of thousands.. years young |
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