n3r art - Fnix

Hey everyone, it’s been forever - but I wanted to show you a piece I’ve been working on for four months. Rather happy with the result too!

This is a collaboration piece with the wonderful Zale in the 2020 @kagehinabigbang , where we collaborate on a “joint” fic and art combination! You can find him and his amazing fic here: 

Archive of our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28220013 Twitter: https://twitter.com/princezale18/status/1341069579590791168?s=21

The digital piece here is a scene from the fic (which I won’t spoil!) - but it’s a very touching fic, and this scene (and “revelation”) has to be one of my favourites.

Words on Receipts: A series.

The final product of a V, was a gift exchange for a friend, but I think it’s finally time to reveal to public lol

;))) WIP gift for a friend - for which hopefully they won’t be looking at right now LOL

Been a long time...

Here’s another thing I’m working on... I’ve been struggling to find the motivation to stay on one particular piece of drawing. But, I guess that’s the life of an artist - I know that it happens to many people. Laziness is one explanation, lack of time is another, et cetera. They’re all the truth, I suppose. 

Hopefully, I will stay with this until it evolves in to an... acceptable thing. I guess. 

Who knows?

... Hmmm... Just recently read Plato’s “The Last Day of Socrates”...

This above question was raised. With a friend of mine (Echo), we came to the conclusion that as normal a life that people generally live now, people don’t die a ‘good’ death. 

Defining it as to die contented, and not have regrets... 

Don’t “common” people with their routine - we grow up, go to school, be in university/get a job, become an adult, have a family, die - have (at least) one regret? Do you regret not living dangerously? Do you regret doing something out of the ordinary?

Or is it that you’ve reached a state of ignorance at the end of life, and that you’re numb to regrets, believing that you’ve lived your life “to the fullest”, whatever that means.

Every photograph that I take --- naming them Untitled 1, Untitled 2, Untitled 3… Untitled 100.

Aren’t they all fascinating?

What if I didn’t want to name all those instances between us? Would we leave them in the past? Would we forget?

What if I said they are our past? What if I said they are our present and will become our future?

To see them once more when we look back… Would we remember instead?

This is completely unrelated to art... (I’m not dead? After the 2 month absence) Actually... Aren’t letters and words art as well? After all, what is the act of writing, if not art?

Anyway... I just figured that even though this is an art/fun wip/... and other miscellaneous things- blog, I’ll... write fun little things? - Not that I think many people will read this, but for the few who does... I want a platform where I can rant and be anonymous(-ish) about things I’m passionate and inspired for. :) So... yep.