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Not my best art, but probably my most heart felt.
We lost a good friend a year and a half ago.
You hear so much that those who have passed would light up the room where ever they were, and he was no exception to this - even when he didn't mean to.
He jumped right into deep and meaningful conversations, and wasn't afraid to learn and engross himself in anything he felt was worth the effort.
He was up for anything, especially stupid dumb crap when he was feeling 100%, always up for dressing up in silly costumes or going on last minute trips.
Even though sometimes we drifted apart it always felt like it had been only yesterday since we saw each other last, and we would pick up a conversation right where we left off.
He encouraged me to stick with the furry art.
He gave me pointers and offered reference photos.
He would straight-up tell me if something looked crap, and then tell me how to change the picture for the better - and I really appreciated and respected that.
He didn't draw but he loved doing it vicariously through his art friends.
Kyma's early designs were actually based off of him, as I wanted to create a character who was always the centre of attention, yet quiet at the same time.
And much of the time, I wanted to get better to make my friend proud. I wanted to surprise him, I wanted to be the best for someone else, not just myself, and it pushed me further into the furry world than I probably would have been if I was on my own.
I can just hear him now telling me how off that hand is, or how the hair doesn't sit right - but that's not the point of this picture in the end.
It was a snap in time, after the funeral, that froze everything around me, shut me down, crushed me.
That life with him in it had stopped. There were no pieces to pick up, as the puzzle had gone.
All that light had just been blown out.
All those memories we shared didn't belong to us anymore - and I have to carry them alone.
His passing made me recoil from everything, including art, and though I tried I was reminded each time that he wasn't here anymore.
No more help. No more friendly conversation. No more working on a piece for hours to show him how much I had grown.
and it killed off my enthusiasm for art.
I'm not usually one to share this sort of stuff with people. I like keeping my life separate from the furry stuff.
However, we met through our little group of fur friends, and we sent him off with the same group - so I think it's fitting to put this here.
I am sorry for those of you who have lost someone close to you as well.
This has had a huge effect on my art, my social and personal life.
But I hope I can, in time, do more art for both myself and others.
I miss you bud :(
We lost a good friend a year and a half ago.
You hear so much that those who have passed would light up the room where ever they were, and he was no exception to this - even when he didn't mean to.
He jumped right into deep and meaningful conversations, and wasn't afraid to learn and engross himself in anything he felt was worth the effort.
He was up for anything, especially stupid dumb crap when he was feeling 100%, always up for dressing up in silly costumes or going on last minute trips.
Even though sometimes we drifted apart it always felt like it had been only yesterday since we saw each other last, and we would pick up a conversation right where we left off.
He encouraged me to stick with the furry art.
He gave me pointers and offered reference photos.
He would straight-up tell me if something looked crap, and then tell me how to change the picture for the better - and I really appreciated and respected that.
He didn't draw but he loved doing it vicariously through his art friends.
Kyma's early designs were actually based off of him, as I wanted to create a character who was always the centre of attention, yet quiet at the same time.
And much of the time, I wanted to get better to make my friend proud. I wanted to surprise him, I wanted to be the best for someone else, not just myself, and it pushed me further into the furry world than I probably would have been if I was on my own.
I can just hear him now telling me how off that hand is, or how the hair doesn't sit right - but that's not the point of this picture in the end.
It was a snap in time, after the funeral, that froze everything around me, shut me down, crushed me.
That life with him in it had stopped. There were no pieces to pick up, as the puzzle had gone.
All that light had just been blown out.
All those memories we shared didn't belong to us anymore - and I have to carry them alone.
His passing made me recoil from everything, including art, and though I tried I was reminded each time that he wasn't here anymore.
No more help. No more friendly conversation. No more working on a piece for hours to show him how much I had grown.
and it killed off my enthusiasm for art.
I'm not usually one to share this sort of stuff with people. I like keeping my life separate from the furry stuff.
However, we met through our little group of fur friends, and we sent him off with the same group - so I think it's fitting to put this here.
I am sorry for those of you who have lost someone close to you as well.
This has had a huge effect on my art, my social and personal life.
But I hope I can, in time, do more art for both myself and others.
I miss you bud :(
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That was a very eloquent description of what its like to lose someone beautiful who has not only become a part of you, but helped form you. When such a bright candle goes out and it feels so much darker and colder, all we can do is try to shine a little brighter for their sake and spread warmth in their name. At least, that has been my philosophy. I'm so, so sorry for your pain and can never fully understand the depth of your loss, but I'm glad you were able to share this with us.
Words both fail and fall short of adequate, all this time later, when the subject comes up to others. In almost every sense of the word he was like a brother to me, and with ever increasing levels I miss his council, and company. These days 'lost' doesn't quite cover it. My compass isn't so much broken, as it's utterly gone. I don't quite know were to go or what to do any longer. But I shall do my best while keeping his personality and outlook in mind, considering what he might say.
I might not have the same objective eye he had, nor the same creative/artistic background, but I'll always be available to talk about anything, anytime.
I might not have the same objective eye he had, nor the same creative/artistic background, but I'll always be available to talk about anything, anytime.
Lost one of my best friends to suicide around the same time last year.
He matched your description of your friend to a T.
I loved him dearly and the impact of that is still besting me more often than not.
You don't really ever fully recover from a loss like that. My sister went through two similar instances when she was younger and is still gripping with it but she has made a lot of headway.
Your friend would have pushed you to keep bettering your work and life. Gotta carry that weight in his absence now but he knew you were strong enough.
Hang in there.
He matched your description of your friend to a T.
I loved him dearly and the impact of that is still besting me more often than not.
You don't really ever fully recover from a loss like that. My sister went through two similar instances when she was younger and is still gripping with it but she has made a lot of headway.
Your friend would have pushed you to keep bettering your work and life. Gotta carry that weight in his absence now but he knew you were strong enough.
Hang in there.
I hadn't read this before. Sorry you experienced someone close taking their life. I don't know the reasoning for it, but I understand that loss. It makes you challenge your views of life, the fragility of it, even if it has much purpose. Especially when part of life's meaning is sharing experiences with people who share their world with you.
It leaves you hollow, and bleak, I can still remember the call when I was informed of my friends passing in the same manner. In retrospect some statements gained a different meaning that were taken for face value prior to the event.
Sorry to hear a beautiful person passed from your life.
It leaves you hollow, and bleak, I can still remember the call when I was informed of my friends passing in the same manner. In retrospect some statements gained a different meaning that were taken for face value prior to the event.
Sorry to hear a beautiful person passed from your life.
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