#spread art

[umyflame]

I redrew some Choso manga panels into a spread. Usually trad sketches are relaxing for me but this one proved to be different haha

[def-not-enjolras]

i love Tumblr don’t get me wrong but I hate that to get reblogs as an artist you have to beg for them. “Reblogs appreciated!” “Please reblog!”

reblogging is good! Reblogging means more people see the post!

reposting, bad without consent of op, but reblog PLEASE. that’s how things spread on tumblr. If you just like it, then it won’t spread

[aistheseis]

like and reblog if you save 💓

[dracoodormienss]

Photo by Yuiizaa September on Unsplash

[alza-il-volume]

vorreste vedere più arte sui social?

[artemis-ascends]

Followers and Friends

So I must have missed the big moment, but I passed 100 followers!  Thank you to everyone who has followed, liked, or reblogged any of my work. I love knowing that my work is being appreciated and shared. My goal is just to share art with the world, and I certainly couldn’t do that without all of the supportive followers/friends. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Sarah

[soulemceedetroit-blog]

What happens when the bull becomes a matador?

A ninjutsu warrior, laser-focused; 

trained at the feet of

his elders for the sole purpose of slaying conquistadors.

Eyes bloodshot, but not with rage.

Instead, something far more dangerous.

Precise in his vision,

total balance of body and spirit;

In harmony with himself,

the hunted, no longer.

A ruler of his domain.

He is an unbound slave.

Call him MASTER.

A teacher for generations too expansive to calculate.

Feet that have walked this soil for more lifetimes

than the number of stars that light the firmament at night.

He is eternal;

A still breeze that whips around the sands in an arena.

Ominous calm before the proverbial storm;

Horns that pierce the sides of his enemies like

the spear that killed the Messiah.

But they are not martyrs.

They are generations of discord.

Agents of malice.

Those that kill for thrills; blood spilled to fill oceans.

Plague upon Earth, leaving the lands barren;

sterilized by bitter waters, but they are no match for him.

Their adornments of silver and gold are merely shiny,

but fail to capture the majesty of the bull as he is.

UNCHAINED. UNBOWED.

Not for amusement.

Not for a twisted sacrifice.

The spirit of God moves through him.

Feel the Earth tremble.

STAMPEDE: heartbeat. 

The sound: THUNDER.

Smashing the pillars that keep their coliseums upright.

Let them crumble under foot;

Go the way of ancient empires turned to embers, 

set aflame by the fire in his eyes.

That he and his tribe may roam freely.

No one will bleed him,

nor chase him.

Understanding that you cannot run with

a MATADOR.