Jobby

[itsjobby]

"Vixen" by Jobby

Cyberpunk 2077 - Digital Photography

Thank you CD Projekt Red for making one of my favorite games of all time ❤️

[achromasloth]

What's a deadlock anyways.

[thatzawaka]

pls vote for Rem #deadlock #rem #art

[whyistheroomempty]

the children’s adventure

[falchion-art]

The Procession to the River

[juha-art]

Worlds Beyond Number / Self-Pity, D.H Lawrence

a poetry illustration from my fanzine, read it here!

[allenvooreef]

The Strongest Man in Silbry!

It was about time I completed my Worlds Beyond Number fan art trio with Eursulon 🐻 Here's Ame and Suvi one more time, too:

[itsjobby]

Hunting Happy

Laughter is to lure

A smile is to bait

The demeanor is to cage

To trap the legend of niceties,

A gentle creep into snare.

Trapped,

Suddenly complete,

A time that is never seen.

Fur soft as spring lambs,

Bounding out to seas of lilac wonder,

Clouded honey of rich taste,

And ever deeper aromas.

Here lies the precipice

Of our condition.

Graceful abandon

given freely,

finding new den

In the depths of Else.

The game anew,

We march back,

and hunt the morning dew.

[petrichara]

2- Mikko Harvey / 3- @beetlejuices / 4- Ocean Vuong / 5- Sarah Kay and Philip Kaye / 6- Franz von Stuck / 7- Cortes Edouard Leon

[itsjobby]

The Western View Digital Photography - Jobby Creation of Nature AI Generation - Jobby

[itsjobby]

Saint Denis, 1899 Digital Photography Jobby

[weaponsofclairvoyance]

i dont claim to be an expert on love but i think theres something to like… ok so my girlfriend got undertale on the switch a while back, right? and she’s definitely not a bad videogamer but it takes practice yknow, esp when youre doing a neutral route and actually fight stuff. so when she got to the hardest bosses i took the controller and beat them for her. not because she couldn’t, but because i love her. and that’s what my brother did when i was a kid playing sonic adventure 2 or whatever, not because i was dumb but because he was good at it and he loved me. and when i want my girlfriend to read something (a post, an essay, a novel) but she’s too tired to actually read so it i read it to her and i do silly voices and she laughs and we have more fun that way. when you hand a water bottle to your friend and they open it without you even having to ask. when you spent a million years fixing the flat tire on your bike and then your dad just takes the tools and does it for you. its not a judgement, it’s just a service. you could do it yourself, but why should you have to when you are loved?

[itsjobby]

West Hanover, 1899 Digital Photography

Jobby

[itsjobby]

Falling Falling Faster Faster

My mind is reeling. My brain is screaming. My thoughts are racing. It’s Tuesday. Nothing is Particularly wrong. Yet everything is wrong, nothing is quite right. What's really not right is I’m not happy. Yes that’s it I’m simply not happy at all with anything that’s happening or has ever happened to me. Simple fix. Entertainment I entertain myself with the usual source. It’s not working. I must have overused this one, it doesn’t work any more. No matter, I’ll just find a new one. Not this one. or that one. or that one. or that one. or tha- ok maybe this isn’t working. Maybe happiness will never come. Maybe the river has finally dried up. Maybe the waters have soaked into the ground like a sponge. Perhaps the happiness I once had is fed up with me and wants to be as far away from me as possible. So it’s retreated to its earthen shell, a haven from the tortures of my mind. It must have been me then. I chased it away with the loudness of my thoughts, the uncontrollable sounds and impulses that are deafening, even in the far reaches of my mindscape. So just like that happiness abandoned me. It will never return, and I wouldn’t wish it to. My world is one of misery and pain, which would only be magnified to know that another was forced to experience it with me. I would rather happiness be free than trapped in here with me. 

[itsjobby]

Footprints Forsaken on the Moon

No matter how many times I experience it, I always come back to my art. The few very rough music tracks I attempted, old videos of playing games with friends, my poetry, the photography I spent hours on obsessing over every detail. It’s my art that I spend hours reviewing at 4 in the morning every time I stay up too late. It’s my art that holds moments of life’s essence in stasis. Points of time and effort frozen forever, given importance by the pieces of me that I left in them. My art is a part of me, physically, mentally, and spiritually. My art is parts of myself that I’ve left behind now, pulled down river by the flow of time. I can still see them though, I can still hear them though, I can still sense them though. Our art has left imprints in physical and mental worlds. Our art is immortal, in the same way that we are.

[itsjobby]

Creativity on the verge of Dawn

Sometimes I'll be looking at art, and thinking of space, and watching a movie, and listening to a song, and looking at wonderful photography and reading a poem, and pondering the books I’m working through, all together at the same time, and I just get this feeling that I want to drown in all the world's creativity. Like I'll never be as connected to what makes the world beautiful as I want to, like I want to hold art and music and love and possibility and expression and the universe as close to me as possible. I'm just obsessed with every little work of art, every billboard someone must have spent hours working on, every rug that someone threaded together with care, every camera shot in a movie that I know someone was obsessing over because they needed it at just the right angle because this shot meant something to them, they cared about it, and because a person put care into it, it's beautiful. I cannot help but to want to be enveloped by the beauty of caring that lights up this world.

[the-wolf-and-moon]

Uyuni Salt Flats, Walking On The Sky