Journals139
Newest
update
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I am no longer active on deviantart and I don't think I've uploaded anything in a year
I will not take commissions and it may take me a while before I find that I have any messages, so in answer to important questions:
yes, you can use any avatar or background that I've made as long as it isnt a commission and as long as you dont take credit for it
no, You can not use anything I've made as stock, although I'm not sure why you would want to
thanks, it's been great
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I'm sorry I can't get them done right now, the website I use to animate the frames together (iaza.com) isn't working for me at the moment! If anyone can suggest a different site I could use please tell me and I'd be very grateful
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hey dudes
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I have a plan for the summer holidays
It's six weeks, so every week I'm going to study using a different art medium (oils, chalk, graphite, ink, etc.) and study the styles of 3 different artists on deviant art, at least one of which uses that medium. In that medium I will experiment with life drawing, drawing from scratch, abstract stuff, fanart, using tutorials etc. HOPEFULLY I'll improve greatly at my art over this summer!
It's six weeks, so every week I'm going to study using a different art medium (oils, chalk, graphite, ink, etc.) and study the styles of 3 different artists on deviant art, at least one of which uses that medium. In that medium I will experiment with life drawing, drawing from scratch, abstract stuff, fanart, using tutorials etc. HOPEFULLY I'll improve greatly at my art over this summer!
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hello sorry sorry
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have to change this journal because it was about some kony bullshit or something
I haven't been on DA much recently but note me if you want my tumblr that I'm on like... all the time.
My friends found my DA account so I'm kind of scared to post anything lol
I know I haven't posted any art really for ages but I am on DA nearly every day! I'' post some art soon (I think that I've improved a lot)
Sorry about commissions being so slow at the mo I am such a procrastinator!~
Okay quick update time
avengers happened
cabin pressure happened
fandoms happened
/expect some fanart soon maybe/
my art has developed beyond 3 year old level kind of
wow my gallery is embarrassing
but I kind of miss you guys because DA is a cool place to be
so yes sorry please comment say anything like okay are you guys part of any fandoms or anything
ahhh so sorry for being so inactive!
I haven't been on DA much recently but note me if you want my tumblr that I'm on like... all the time.
My friends found my DA account so I'm kind of scared to post anything lol
I know I haven't posted any art really for ages but I am on DA nearly every day! I'' post some art soon (I think that I've improved a lot)
Sorry about commissions being so slow at the mo I am such a procrastinator!~
Okay quick update time
avengers happened
cabin pressure happened
fandoms happened
/expect some fanart soon maybe/
my art has developed beyond 3 year old level kind of
wow my gallery is embarrassing
but I kind of miss you guys because DA is a cool place to be
so yes sorry please comment say anything like okay are you guys part of any fandoms or anything
ahhh so sorry for being so inactive!
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To my cat, who is missing.
2 min read
When somebody says that they've lost their cat, it sounds so stupid. Like 'I've lost my pen' or 'I can't find my jeans'.
Very few people will understand the bond between myself and my cat. You have to experience it. He was my cat. I was his human. We were each others. He became an extension of myself. We understood each other, even though we never talked. Body language spoke a thousand words. I loved him. Not as family. Not as a romantic attachment. Not as a friend. As a part of myself. I can't even describe it. It's so strange without you purring on my lap. I just came to expect it- you were always there. Sleeping next to my head on the pillow. Purring and rubbing your face against mine. Do you remember all those times that I was sad? You would step over to me gently, cautiously, with a concerned look on your face. Lick and paddle, purr and smudge. I remember all those times when I lay my head on you and listened to the purrs and the heart beats; and we were content with each other. I wished those moments would last forever. It made me sad knowing they would end. I don't want to forget anything about you. I want to make new memories. I want you back. Come home. I'm already forgetting things. Small things. Like the feeling of your fur, your whiskers, how many were black and how many were white again? When you got hit by a car for the first time, somehow I knew you were in danger- you recovered that time, and were always weary of cars from that point onwards. I don't feel that now. I just worry because I want you back, and I know I may never see you again. I want to see you one last time. I never even said goodbye. I can't even remember when I saw you last. It still hurts, and I don't want it to stop hurting, I don't want to stop missing you, my missing cat. That will be the moment when I stop loving you, because I am forgetting you. Jog my memory. Be here again.
Sometimes I still call for you
and then I remember
you're already gone
Very few people will understand the bond between myself and my cat. You have to experience it. He was my cat. I was his human. We were each others. He became an extension of myself. We understood each other, even though we never talked. Body language spoke a thousand words. I loved him. Not as family. Not as a romantic attachment. Not as a friend. As a part of myself. I can't even describe it. It's so strange without you purring on my lap. I just came to expect it- you were always there. Sleeping next to my head on the pillow. Purring and rubbing your face against mine. Do you remember all those times that I was sad? You would step over to me gently, cautiously, with a concerned look on your face. Lick and paddle, purr and smudge. I remember all those times when I lay my head on you and listened to the purrs and the heart beats; and we were content with each other. I wished those moments would last forever. It made me sad knowing they would end. I don't want to forget anything about you. I want to make new memories. I want you back. Come home. I'm already forgetting things. Small things. Like the feeling of your fur, your whiskers, how many were black and how many were white again? When you got hit by a car for the first time, somehow I knew you were in danger- you recovered that time, and were always weary of cars from that point onwards. I don't feel that now. I just worry because I want you back, and I know I may never see you again. I want to see you one last time. I never even said goodbye. I can't even remember when I saw you last. It still hurts, and I don't want it to stop hurting, I don't want to stop missing you, my missing cat. That will be the moment when I stop loving you, because I am forgetting you. Jog my memory. Be here again.
Sometimes I still call for you
and then I remember
you're already gone
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