So here’s a WIP of some environment practice/maybe concept art for my Shadow Hunters original story project. Being worked on in a combination of paint.net and Corel Painter Essentials but mostly in Corel. I’m liking that this isn’t as flat as the last time I tried drawing a cityscape digitally.
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Thursday, March 21, 2019
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Vanishing Blue
My tears are blue
My solemnity is true
To where my thoughts have gone
A place so very strange
And for that I’d have to blame
This wicked, twisted game
It’s a fairly simple game;
Its box is a lovely blue
The goal: to find a target to blame
Does not matter if it is true
Not all see how that is strange
They are the ones who end up gone
I was almost gone
A victim of this game
It wouldn’t have been strange
For me to drown in blue
Though it could still happen, true
I’d only have myself to blame
At least, you’d tell me I’m to blame
That’s how it’s always gone
We both know that is true
Those are the rules to this game
Where my thoughts get colored blue
And no one thinks it’s strange
And now my mind is oh so strange
And I really don’t know who to blame
As now my soul is turning blue
Its pieces almost gone
Being stolen by this game
Though you tell me that’s not true
And it’s hard to tell just what is true
It leaves me feeling strange
And I wonder how long we’ve played this game
That is always seeking blame
And then that thought is gone
To be replaced by blue
I’m stuck in this game
That claims to be true
I can’t escape the strange,
the blue,
the blame
My solemnity is true
To where my thoughts have gone
A place so very strange
And for that I’d have to blame
This wicked, twisted game
It’s a fairly simple game;
Its box is a lovely blue
The goal: to find a target to blame
Does not matter if it is true
Not all see how that is strange
They are the ones who end up gone
I was almost gone
A victim of this game
It wouldn’t have been strange
For me to drown in blue
Though it could still happen, true
I’d only have myself to blame
At least, you’d tell me I’m to blame
That’s how it’s always gone
We both know that is true
Those are the rules to this game
Where my thoughts get colored blue
And no one thinks it’s strange
And now my mind is oh so strange
And I really don’t know who to blame
As now my soul is turning blue
Its pieces almost gone
Being stolen by this game
Though you tell me that’s not true
And it’s hard to tell just what is true
It leaves me feeling strange
And I wonder how long we’ve played this game
That is always seeking blame
And then that thought is gone
To be replaced by blue
I’m stuck in this game
That claims to be true
I can’t escape the strange,
the blue,
the blame
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
Bethesda's Wand - Shadow Hunters Excerpt
So here's a little snippet for Bethesda(Power). I'm hoping to get around to writing out some more stuff for her
Bethesda stared at the purple stick in her hand with its strange yellow-orange topper. Bringing it closer to the light she squinted at the scraggly black swirls that arched across the round surface at odd angles. If Bethesda had to call it anything she would describe it as a wand or a scepter for some person of regalness. The stem wasn't particularly ornate but she couldn't think of anything else it could be if not a wand. And if it did happen to be a wand then her next question was whether or not it actually worked. Heaving a heavy sigh Bethesda stuffed the fancy stick in her backpack and got up to track down the rest of their motley crew. She hoped no one had fallen in a pit or gotten their head bit off by some unholy night crawler while she wasn't looking.
Thankfully it didn't take long to find where at least a few had wandered off to. Bethesda raised an eyebrow when she entered the cavern. “What exactly are you guys doing?” Three pairs of eyes look up at the question. Two sets look slightly guilty and the third...
Bethesda stared at the purple stick in her hand with its strange yellow-orange topper. Bringing it closer to the light she squinted at the scraggly black swirls that arched across the round surface at odd angles. If Bethesda had to call it anything she would describe it as a wand or a scepter for some person of regalness. The stem wasn't particularly ornate but she couldn't think of anything else it could be if not a wand. And if it did happen to be a wand then her next question was whether or not it actually worked. Heaving a heavy sigh Bethesda stuffed the fancy stick in her backpack and got up to track down the rest of their motley crew. She hoped no one had fallen in a pit or gotten their head bit off by some unholy night crawler while she wasn't looking.
Thankfully it didn't take long to find where at least a few had wandered off to. Bethesda raised an eyebrow when she entered the cavern. “What exactly are you guys doing?” Three pairs of eyes look up at the question. Two sets look slightly guilty and the third...
Monday, March 11, 2019
Hello, This...
Hello
Goodbye
I just want to rant
And not making sense
I laugh
It’s not funny
I’m doing it again
I’m hopeless
And running
And running in circles
That happens a lot
This running in circles
Hello
Goodbye
I laugh ‘cause it’s not funny
Not funny
It’s not
And sense is not made
And that’s why it’s funny
But it’s not
I’ve ranted
It’s done
It wasn’t here, but it’s done
I want to curl up in a corner
And laugh
Because crying-
I did that already
It was fun while it lasted
Crying’s not fun
It happens sometimes
Hello
Goodbye
Did I say that already…
Goodbye
I just want to rant
And not making sense
I laugh
It’s not funny
I’m doing it again
I’m hopeless
And running
And running in circles
That happens a lot
This running in circles
Hello
Goodbye
I laugh ‘cause it’s not funny
Not funny
It’s not
And sense is not made
And that’s why it’s funny
But it’s not
I’ve ranted
It’s done
It wasn’t here, but it’s done
I want to curl up in a corner
And laugh
Because crying-
I did that already
It was fun while it lasted
Crying’s not fun
It happens sometimes
Hello
Goodbye
Did I say that already…
...Doesn't Make Sense
You’re not sure what’s going on
I’m not trying to make sense
You look and read
And it doesn’t make sense
Only in my head
And you aren’t in my head
I’m talking to you-
The reader
Yes, I’m talking to you
And sometimes
Things
Just don’t make sense
Or maybe you think that they do
Maybe
It looks like it does
And good for you
That it does
Make sense that is
In some way to you
‘Cause it doesen’t to me
I’m not trying to make sense
You look and read
And it doesn’t make sense
Only in my head
And you aren’t in my head
I’m talking to you-
The reader
Yes, I’m talking to you
And sometimes
Things
Just don’t make sense
Or maybe you think that they do
Maybe
It looks like it does
And good for you
That it does
Make sense that is
In some way to you
‘Cause it doesen’t to me
Sunday, March 10, 2019
Saturday, March 9, 2019
Quote - Poetry
"Find joy in happy poetry. It doesn't have to be your own. It's okay if it's not."
-astroshadow
-astroshadow
Let the Tears Flow
Let the tears flow
Let them Heal you
Let them Cleanse you
Feel a calm
That maybe
you don't really
Feel
But one
That maybe
You need anyway
A calm
To keep you sane
Keep you grounded
Keep you safe
Keep you
Guarded
Let the tears
Keep you sane
Let them Heal you
Let them Cleanse you
Feel a calm
That maybe
you don't really
Feel
But one
That maybe
You need anyway
A calm
To keep you sane
Keep you grounded
Keep you safe
Keep you
Guarded
Let the tears
Keep you sane
Tuesday, March 5, 2019
Silver Lining
Sitting
In an open space
I listen
As the world fades out
And I hear things
As if underwater
Cushioned
From the chaos of the world
Peaceful
In this litle bubble
Where nothing can get to me
In an open space
I listen
As the world fades out
And I hear things
As if underwater
Cushioned
From the chaos of the world
Peaceful
In this litle bubble
Where nothing can get to me
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A butterfly flits by Under the bridge to hide And doesn't wish to tell exactly why Nerves unravel where they lie Let's not be fit to...
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Trying to decide if I'm going to color it traditionally or digitally. I might do a version of each.







