Hey, hope you're having a good time currently.
Also, hope you're ready for a weird roller-coaster ride of vagueness and strangeness. However, I hope this may cheer you up, as weird as it is.
So, I wanted to say that your art, and also the general way you capture dynamics, reminds me of one oddly specific childhood memory I have.
(Like, vaguely a reminder, but still)
For context, I have a younger sibling who's always had terrible luck with bees and wasps and all those stingers.
I've only once in my life been stung, they get stung at least five times a year.
(Incredible they haven't developed any allergies or anything).
With that said, referring back to my earlier statement, here's the oddly specific childhood memory your art, and general capture of dynamics, reminds me of:
Obviously, my sibling is in no way, shape, or form, fond of these stingers. Now, we used to have this trampoline in our garden when we were younger and they really wanted to go jump around.
However, we didn't have shoes, (which is a completely different and irrelevant story, so let's not indulge), point is, they was scared of getting stung and shit because it was summer and those shits are relentless.
So, (as the good big brother I am), I offered to go first because they really wanted to go jump: my idea was that I went first, then they could tread in my steps that I was sure were safe. They agreed and off we went.
I got just to the trampoline, and then I hear them cry out, and wouldn't you know it? They fucking stepped on a stinger. So, I carry them in, we sit down, get out the stinger part and apply some salve and shit.
At the time there was this sort of panic, we'd been abandoned at home (again, totally different story) and we were just kids who weren't really sure how to handle all that, yet, it's one of the fondest and softest moments I remember of my younger sibling and I.
Just, it was so chaotic and we weren't really okay at the time, which makes it even softer to me. Because, even if we didn't have shit at the time, we still had each other. Those lively little moments of life and siblinghood will honestly always stick with me as a part of me. So it's a happy feeling your art provides me with and I'm grateful for it.
Generally the memory of how unlucky they were in that moment (and this is a compliment, please don't misunderstand) applies to your art.
However, what I think I also mean to say is:
Your art has this soft yet energetic feel to it, I guess that's what I'm trying to convey with this memory. It reminds me of some of my best and most treasured memories. I don't even know why it does that, I really couldn't tell you, but either way I love your art very much. Even in itself, without the undertone reminder of that memory, it's gorgeous.
Even if you may feel you need to improve, or simply that you want to, I can't wait to see just how wonderful such changes would be. It's a beautiful art style.
All in all, I will never truly know you as a person, and yet it's intriguing to think about how I look at your art and feel a sense of happiness because it reminds me of a loved one. I may not know you, but I wish you all the best. And I hope you've got (a) loved one(s) you get these kind of warm and fuzzy little reminders from.
Anyway, I should stop now. Hope you didn't die from this ramble and that I didn't tire you too much :)
this is... the wildest ask I ever got omg this reads like a novel?? 😭 but also one of the nicest asks at the same time thank you so much anon!! I have no idea how my art manages to invoke these feelings and memories but I'm so happy you like it ;u; thank you!!
