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Blue period is genuinely goated🥹
🎨 BLUE PERIOD
A powerful story about talent, passion, and self-discovery. When Yatora finds inspiration through art, his entire world changes. Blue Period reminds us that greatness starts with taking the first step—even when we don't know where it leads.
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Before the Blue Period, there were black cats.
She curls inward like a question, two black cats circling like punctuation marks. The room is quiet, but the brushstrokes are loud.
Painted in 1901 when Picasso was just 20, Nude with Cats is intimate, uncertain, and beautifully raw. This framed canvas recreation channels that same soft ache—perfect for the feline-obsessed, the nostalgic, or anyone in need of a shadowed muse on their wall.
It’s in my shop now—if it stares back at you, you’ll know
"Yaguchi, do you know the origin of paintings? There are many theories, but one of them is prayer. Therefore, when I'm making art, I pray that the person who receives it will go in the right direction" - Maru Mori from the anime Blue Period.
I solemnly pledge to hold onto this thought everytime a piece doesn't go my way or I get stuck in an artist's block.
Blue Period cast for the live action!
bday drawing for hashida <3 he's probably my most drawn character. of all time. i have so many random doodles stashed all over lol. happy bday my dear creature and muse <3
Hollow hours
Dawns are different in the summer.
They aren’t heavy with the weight of an upcoming alarm.
They don’t carry a small sense of doom with them.
During summers dawns come early.
They come unnoticed and light.
They don’t carry as many expectations as they did before.
Maybe that’s why some of them feel so emty.
Thoughts get to float, dwelling in the hours of a careful blue.
Even the air still feels fresh, like it hasn’t yet decided its opinion on the upcoming day.
With any luck some stars hang still visible in the sky.
From far away, they quietly giggle whispering secrets to the world.
The stars are no help with making sense of the dawn’s current of thought.