My first attempt at drawing something pretty much ever. Pod 153, drawn off of a reference of the game’s model!
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My first attempt at drawing something pretty much ever. Pod 153, drawn off of a reference of the game’s model!
…Needsworkokay.
“My shadow is death. My fangs, steel. And your fate? Sealed.” Kudana Janavara, Lahn
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A notice
From here on I will be attempting to post at least one piece of writing per week. Whether it be an attempt to put my mood into words- or exposition into the story of a character/characters that I create for various mediums.
The intent is to allow myself a means to ‘see’ my progress- and make adjustments accordingly.
Expect them, and I hope they will be enjoyed!
Colors
Colors.
I see so many yet recognize so few.
Yet they are hues from which I glean such meaning. Pigments that paint a picture of emotion in vibrant hues, as if a portrait painted by the skilled hand of a prodigy. Dyes that give my actions meaning. That give my life vivacity.
Those colors of such a bright palette- must also carry many hues of grey. Greys that most overlook with ease, dismissing them as nothing more than flavor that accentuates the bigger picture. Many parts of a greater whole.
But I do not see the work of art.
I see only the dissonance created by the color and the lack thereof. I see the silver lining- yet to me, it does not paint hope. I see the reds and the blues clashing with these hopeless borders, thus becoming infected. Their meaning is lost in translation, dashed by nothing more than the simple shades of grey meant only to make them appear more pronounced.
They smother me. Stain my mind in a colorblind greyscale- and stir nothing within. This tapestry that life paints... To me, it is naught but empty.
I dare not take the brush in my own hand. I dare not fill in the blanks, for who am I to tamper with the work of a prodigy?
The edges bleed into the spectrum. Bringing all to grey, but I have not the means to change it.
The simplest greys become the darkest blacks.
And I am colorblind.
I found you right after I finished Your Lie in April. I initially followed just for that, but I stayed because you have great taste in Chinese cartoons! ^^
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