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"... cuz Hell don't have much use for Heroes..."
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K, not gonna lie, I'm not completely sure behind this picture. I just started drawing and this is what happened. Made me think about a number of things though. I guess to some degree, it IS vent art. I get commissioned a lot for the cute, the colorful, and the fanservicey. I don't get much for the nitty gritty and mean, stuff that would constitute "REAL" art to some people. No anime googly eyes, no shiny blue hair, no baby-soft porcelain skin. I guess a part inside me just wanted to see if I can do it.
As far as Toughset, well, I'm jsut gonna assume this is a multiverse version of him if he never stopped fighting the Nazi Dinosaurs. Grizzled, vicious, never satisfied, the only luxury now he enjoys is a rinse in what remains of his enemies. Not everyone in the multiverse is a good guy...
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Though on a more personal note, I've often spoken about how I wish I could just talk in pictures. Words are great for specifics, but the few people who can harness words to the point of the emulation of emotion, seem to have their art discarded for the menial, crude, and simple. I'll be frank, sometimes I wish I wasn't born in this day and age. There's less and less of it that's sincere anymore, and the bits that are, are ridiculed and ravaged by everything else, the mere notion of "sacred" treated as a barrier to break down comparable to slavery. I don't want to express myself the way the rest of the world wants to. I can't tell if it's because people don't want to, or just can't comprehend anything that isn't spelled out in front of them...
The fantasy realm, forged from creative minds, tends to be a conduit to vent that frustration. Menial and seemingly insignificant hurdles, given context and meaning to see and adore. Hurtful words of another poised as fiery armies of barbaric intent. Unequal rewards and punishment seen as acts of war. Stubborn peers and fans as zealot monks and mindless golems. And each person is his or her own protagonist, wielding sword and shield, being the symbol of what's right to their understanding, though no one else can see.
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Aaaaaand now I'm just ranting at this point. Let's just leave it at, "I've got a lot in my mind at the moment..."
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K, not gonna lie, I'm not completely sure behind this picture. I just started drawing and this is what happened. Made me think about a number of things though. I guess to some degree, it IS vent art. I get commissioned a lot for the cute, the colorful, and the fanservicey. I don't get much for the nitty gritty and mean, stuff that would constitute "REAL" art to some people. No anime googly eyes, no shiny blue hair, no baby-soft porcelain skin. I guess a part inside me just wanted to see if I can do it.
As far as Toughset, well, I'm jsut gonna assume this is a multiverse version of him if he never stopped fighting the Nazi Dinosaurs. Grizzled, vicious, never satisfied, the only luxury now he enjoys is a rinse in what remains of his enemies. Not everyone in the multiverse is a good guy...
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Though on a more personal note, I've often spoken about how I wish I could just talk in pictures. Words are great for specifics, but the few people who can harness words to the point of the emulation of emotion, seem to have their art discarded for the menial, crude, and simple. I'll be frank, sometimes I wish I wasn't born in this day and age. There's less and less of it that's sincere anymore, and the bits that are, are ridiculed and ravaged by everything else, the mere notion of "sacred" treated as a barrier to break down comparable to slavery. I don't want to express myself the way the rest of the world wants to. I can't tell if it's because people don't want to, or just can't comprehend anything that isn't spelled out in front of them...
The fantasy realm, forged from creative minds, tends to be a conduit to vent that frustration. Menial and seemingly insignificant hurdles, given context and meaning to see and adore. Hurtful words of another poised as fiery armies of barbaric intent. Unequal rewards and punishment seen as acts of war. Stubborn peers and fans as zealot monks and mindless golems. And each person is his or her own protagonist, wielding sword and shield, being the symbol of what's right to their understanding, though no one else can see.
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Aaaaaand now I'm just ranting at this point. Let's just leave it at, "I've got a lot in my mind at the moment..."
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Crafting words is so difficult... and people don't understand. We are flooded by useless, meaningless, void words. Nobody cares for the finely tuned, well crafted writing. It was art choosing the right word, reducing everything to the exact concept and expression, so that it could resonate inside people. And the same could be said for every artist worth this name, be they painters, sculptors and musicians. The perfect color or chord requires a lifetime to be found.
Sometimes I have the same feeling too, the feeling that this is not my age.
Feel free to express yourself as you like! Don't care of the world. I'm not really an artist: sometimes I write, but then abandon the project. But there's a concept I understood, that is now written clearly in my notebook, that I want to share:
The Empyrean of artists belongs to those who dare.
I made this my creed.
Sometimes I have the same feeling too, the feeling that this is not my age.
Feel free to express yourself as you like! Don't care of the world. I'm not really an artist: sometimes I write, but then abandon the project. But there's a concept I understood, that is now written clearly in my notebook, that I want to share:
The Empyrean of artists belongs to those who dare.
I made this my creed.
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