Probably wondering why I haven't had posted art this year. I am really trying to get back into things, but I just haven't got the spark of inspiration or motivation lately. I am sorry for not being active on dA. However, I do have Facebook and Twitter, so you may follow me there (and once I get videos done, YouTube). Recently, I have been working on applying for a Cataloging Assistant job, as well as boosting skills both in art and other work-related subjects.
I am working on sketchbook videos, but I am planning on getting a microphone. Also, I would like to have a video series to get a decent YouTube channel working.
However, things have been pretty hectic: relatives visiting this weekend; MAGFest and Jury Duty happening later this month.
Right now, I am focusing on skill a bit more before I can present work. I also have Clip Studio Paint.
- Watching: Tom Fawkes's Twitch Stream
How long have you been on DeviantArt? Nine years.
What does your username mean? Based on my first website, a Mario fansite, the name taken from a world from "Paper Mario".
Describe yourself in three words. Mysterious, smart, dreamer.
Are you left or right handed? Right-handed.
What was your first deviation? Cowboy Hat
What is your favourite type of art to create? Digital Art
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be? Photography
What was your first favourite? Baltimore City 10.16.05
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most? Anime/Manga fan art.
Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist? kevinbolk
If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be? Kate-FoX
How has a fellow deviant impacted your life? Got me into art
What are your preferred tools to create art? Computer and tablet, pencil
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art? Anywhere I can take music
What is your favourite DeviantArt memory? Joining
- Reading: The Wind in the Willows
- Watching: Law and Order
- Playing: Mario and Luigi: Dream Team
I also hope we can do art trades.
- Drinking: Sweet Tea
Also, you may notice I haven't done a monthly feature in a while. I decided to take a break just to focus on other work, not to mention I had been busy with other things (e.g., MAGFest).
The Magic of WinterA collaboration between me & :iconbreathingglass:<da:thumb id="495442035"/>
Look at these crystals.
Cost no amount of money, yet are expensive in all ways.
The ice queens and kings are smiling on this crisply frozen night.
Causing me to shrug my scarf higher.
The earth is blanketed
In pure white;
A magical mood is in
The cool, crisp air,
What is this feeling of
The reindeers are dancing.
Memories of the golden sun washed away with thawing thoughts.
The world is finally happy.
The magic of winter is actually happening.
Smiles from all around
Appear from near & far;
The laughter of children playing
In the snow,
Brings a bliss of joy to everyone.
But on those nights where father winter breathes too hard.
When the homeless stick to the grates.
That's when the empathy of this world comes out.
Food drives, clothes shared, and homes borrowed.
The frozen forgotten finally given a torch of hope.
Greed, hate, anger, all those
Have been frozen away;
And of course, don't forget the Holiday Card Project 2014.
ThanksgivingI'm thankful for the days that see me happy.
I'm thankful for the days that see me sad.
I'm thankful for the friends who are like family.
I'm thankful for the love I never thought I'd have.
I'm thankful for the days soaked warm with sunshine.
I'm thankful for the days drenched cold with rain.
I'm thankful for the days that see me "normal".
I'm thankful for the days that see me stuck in bed with pain.
I'm thankful for the nights of pure black darkness.
I'm thankful for the dawns that prove I'm not blind.
I'm thankful for the contrast of all these things.
I'm thankful for today, to be alive.
Gavin looked up from the book he was reading and turned his attention to the small girl beckoning for him to join her at the window.
Gavin's little sister, Hazel, had short red hair and freckles all over the bridge of her nose. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she called, "Come on, Gavin! You have to see this!"
Gavin sighed, looking longingly at the words on the page. He desperately wanted to know what happened next. The witch was making her way to the castle, and the prince already had the guards at the ready. He was prepared, but the witch was strong, and Gavin wasn't sure who would win. Probably the prince. The good guys always seemed to win.
Hazel ran over to him and grabbed the book out of his hands.
"Hey!" Gavin shouted in protest.
"You have to see this," she insisted.
"Fine," Gavin said, standing up and grabbing his book off the bed from where Hazel had tossed it. He carefully closed the book, putting the red silk bookmark in place.
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
- Watching: YouTube videos
- Watching: Law and Order: SVU
At the Fair of FairestI'm at the fair<da:thumb id="470268728"/>
Looking at fun in life
How the good times last
Better to enjoy this moment
Before the bad moments
Then enjoy them again
- Watching: The Lego Movie
The BeachRolling waves
Leaving room for nothing else
The spray against your skin
The smell of salty air
'Tis time to swim
BeachShe wriggled her toes into the sand. The warm grains scratched against her feet, but she didn't care. She stretched up her arms and yawned. A feeling of great warmth filled her; she was so comfortable that she never wanted to leave.
Ever since the first time she visited the beach, she'd been in love. The warm sand, the ocean breeze, the beautiful sunsets - they were the best things in the world. The beach was her home.
Finally, Hellobaby is spreading the word on deviants who need help. Details can be found on her dA page or on her journal.
Dead FlowersPressed between the pages
Once beautiful living things
Their color vibrant
Their scent exotic and intoxicating
One by one
They are picked
Chosen for their utter perfection
Plucked, clipped, cut away
From its life force
Deeply rooted in the ground
Pressed between thick ivory pages
Slowly their essence of life leaves
While their aroma and petals stay
Each of every kind
Each of every color
Pressed between the delightful pages
Elegant writing above and below
Telling of what kind it is
These lifeless things
Forever stuck between the pages
How even in death they are desired
And found forever elegant
A Flower Born In May, Copyright 1995A tiny seed upon the ground
takes root one warm Spring day –
the sun shines down…and up it grows,
a flower born in May.
Upon it rests a buzzing bee,
a hummingbird flies near –
a soft rain washes off its leaves,
a fragrance lingers there.
A scorching Summer turns to Fall –
the flower starts to fade.
One day a harsh wind crushes it –
no more the flower sways.
And as it curls into a sleep,
a seed drops to the ground –
which rests across a Winter path,
till Spring the seed rebounds.
A tiny seed upon the ground
takes root one warm Spring day –
the sun shines down…and up it grows,
a flower born in May.
Also, I have been busy with my job and work around the house.
Rain's Declining AffectionAs the rain kisses my face I stare off into space...
I've been done with life for 10 long years
From 12 to now my nights still fill with tears.
At least for now it's put to good use
Those sleep depleting nights, past induced.
The rain pounds harder, like when you first start kissing someone,
You don't take a single breath to exhale...
I've been done with love for 3 long years
It's a waste of time..... or so I fear.
From one to the next, they don't compare
Those sapphire eyes, that soft dark hair
Watching my breath swirling about in the rain..
Inhaling and exhaling...
I've been done with mirth, time and again.
A man with such apathy, only laughs to feign
My emotions alone, mean naught to me
But around others, I'm overwhelmed you see...
As the sunlight pours out into the rain
My thoughts subside... for now.
I'm starting a bi-weekly feature after doing a feature in my last journal, which I had fun doing. The first half of April will feature cute bunnies, since April is the month of Easter. Normally, I would choose 10, but this time, I shall do 15 (the reason being is because it's the minimum requirement for this contest by projecteducate).