
'Some nights in my dreams. I arrived at a peak somewhere, wind breezing through me pushing away the clouds that engulfed the horizon. There it rests a rather out of place cherry blossom tree. It glimmers with light hoping to attract any kind of attention being fed towards it. Nobody arrived. It's at the top for everyone to see but there's nobody around. It sings a soft sweet ephemeral song but there's nobody around to listen to. It will someday wither and die... but i'm here with you. I will be your first audience.'
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Hello there!
Thank you for reading, this piece is more melancholic than usual but i think it conveys a bittersweet meaning of a lone creator that makes good things but nobody around to appreciate their work. But there's always that first person that stumbled upon their piece of content and loves it.
I am actually planning to upload this piece tomorrow but since there's no class in friday morning, i decide to upload it today instead. It's pretty much done and i don't really know what more i could add to it.
Hopefully you enjoy this piece :)
Thank you and have a nice day!
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Hello there!
Thank you for reading, this piece is more melancholic than usual but i think it conveys a bittersweet meaning of a lone creator that makes good things but nobody around to appreciate their work. But there's always that first person that stumbled upon their piece of content and loves it.
I am actually planning to upload this piece tomorrow but since there's no class in friday morning, i decide to upload it today instead. It's pretty much done and i don't really know what more i could add to it.
Hopefully you enjoy this piece :)
Thank you and have a nice day!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Scenery
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 1280 x 804px
File Size 209.6 kB
"I can approach a tree with joy and pleasure... but I approach a man with caution."
Thanks for sharing such a soulful, evocative picture and especially the poignant little vignette. As I write this, it's cold and windy and the big maple trees outside my window are rattling and squeaking their bare winter branches in complaint about winter weather's early arrival this year.
Thanks for sharing such a soulful, evocative picture and especially the poignant little vignette. As I write this, it's cold and windy and the big maple trees outside my window are rattling and squeaking their bare winter branches in complaint about winter weather's early arrival this year.
Do you know the feeling when you see an artist whose work is just exactly what you were looking for for years?
You are this artist for me. I'm not being dramatic, I really think so.
If this place actually existed, it would be my favorite. The melancholy of the scene but also the beauty of the tree and clouds combined with the wind. I imagine this at a late summer evening. It's neither cold nor warm and the wind is very calm but still noticeable.
I would want to sit there for days just reflecting on my life. Thinking of how small everything is and how beautiful. And when I don't have anything left to think about I would just be gazing at the clouds and mountains while being melancholically content.
Thank you for sharing this.
You are this artist for me. I'm not being dramatic, I really think so.
If this place actually existed, it would be my favorite. The melancholy of the scene but also the beauty of the tree and clouds combined with the wind. I imagine this at a late summer evening. It's neither cold nor warm and the wind is very calm but still noticeable.
I would want to sit there for days just reflecting on my life. Thinking of how small everything is and how beautiful. And when I don't have anything left to think about I would just be gazing at the clouds and mountains while being melancholically content.
Thank you for sharing this.
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