CSkel

I post my concept art stuff in my Artstation, and some personal work here, BlueSky and Instagram. Feel free to let your eyeballs roll around my digital works, and give a follow to see more as time goes on.

Off hours when I'm alone, though I still enjoy the music I always consume, I feel somewhat disconnected from it. Though I am in good company with sympathetic friends, the only words that ever cascade out are the depressing retellings of repetitive complaints that never cease. So I decide to put a stop to this, less I let myself continue to chase my own tail in this maddening cycle. There will be some who won't agree with my decision, but I know for certain that doing so will let me breathe life into my being once again, to actually live life and not just survive under the fear of a claustrophobic place that constantly uses and takes a lot out of you.

Anyays I'm going to go see them live this coming May. Time to hibernate for another century or so until I decide to post something again. Toodles.

As mentioned, Job is leaving me tired, so I'm slow on my own projects. Either way, I'm excited to see them live soon.

Honse

I let the sun flashbang me to paint some plants

I went on and off this piece but I finally finished it. This piece is a sequel to the previous artwork! It all started when the mynahs and sparrows started dying out, while the crows thrive...

...maybe I should post some older works on my socials too.

I've been picking up on some things, albeit small they seem they're quite significant to me. It puts me out of my comfort zone, but at the same time gives me time and space for myself. So I'm aiming to balance this new routine I have.

Yet despite so, something at the back of my head kept repeating this reminder like a daily prayer; that perhaps I (or maybe even the people who are in similar circumstances as I) needed to experience this to learn something from it that will aid us for the rest of our lives, and that joy and despair both exist on two sides of the same coin. What is it exactly? I don't have the exact answer for it, and it varies for each individual. And is there an itch to create something despite the creative block? Yes, and it has been there forever, and I see it as an unwavering faith in times where the heart can be swayed ever so easily, that each person's book has stories that are not written in their own handwriting. Stay sane out there fellow internet dwellers. Drink some water, get a decent amount of rest, and if you could at the very least gaze at the clouds outside. Though it seems trivial, even a blade of grass and the whisps of a cloud can seemed wonderous enough that you'll find them bigger than the entire world. - CSkel

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