Something About Art, and My Own ArtMy works, are not always conventional, and they are not always friendly. Unlike most people, I draw/write about something inside me, rather than something else, if anything. I see plenty of artwork online. Many great, many not so great. One thing I noticed brought a bit of surprise to me, yet at the same time, was expected. The grimdark art I have seen, gets very little notice but the colorfully bright art gets many more. The grimdark is actually visually better made and shows more skill, but no one likes grimdark due to the simple fact it is not very pleasant to look at.Something About Art, and My Own Art
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Same with mine really (though not so grim or skillful). One thing I do pride myself with in my artwork that seemingly most of the most famous pony artists online do not do, is put meaning into their work. Molestia is great and Gamer Luna same, and all the famous/infamous fanfictions, but what do they mean? What inspires it? Can you see it?
I am not putting them down necessarily but I am standing up for myself, saying
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Eyes wide open, seen but not heard, a sound in the sight before it once could be seen by others. There is lack of sense with logic, and the truth of opinions mean more than they should.
The pain within, is but a thousand knifes jabbing at my soul, my tattered, broken soul. Who is there to trust? Who is there to love? What is the point when nothing truly exists? You are not real, I am not real, we are not real, nothing is real.
At night, alone and cold, tears roll quickly, the jabbing becomes a gruesome mutilation of hopes, dreams, and sanity. Stop laughing, it's not so bad. There are many cheering for you, can you hear them outside?
"Go for it! Yeah! We're rooting for you!"
Please make them stop.
Who knows, maybe they aren't saying anything at all. But nonetheless, they have a point, everyone must die sometime.
I hate you
I love you
I hate to love you
I love to hate you
I worry for whoever makes the mistake of befriending me. The person within me, I have my doubts about, but who is to