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I think I peaked for this year
"Honeyyy, i'm homeee,"
Isn't he just adorable?
i actually had this idea awhile back, and i sorta just wanted to tackle my lighting,, i really like playing around with negative space !! Its so fun to just draw dark atmosphere's ππ
Hope you guys like this!! Take care π«π«Ά
Dreaming of a Memory
(aka, YURIII!!!!!!!!!!)
@theauthor27
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Negative Space
by Ron Koertge
My dad taught me to pack: lay out everything. Put back half. Roll things that roll. Wrinkle-prone things on top of cotton things. Then pants, waist-to-hem. Nooks and crannies for socks. Belts around the sides like snakes.Plastic over that. Add shoes. Wear heavy stuff on the plane. We started when I was little. I'd roll up socks. Then he'd pretend to put me in the suitcase, and we'd laugh. Some guys bond with their dads shooting hoops or talking about Chevrolets. We did it over luggage. By the time I was twelve, if he was busy, I'd pack for him. Mom tried but didn't have the knack. He'd get somewhere, open his suitcase and text me β "Perfect." That one word from him meant a lot. The funeral was terrible β him laid out in that big carton and me crying and thinking, Look at all that wasted space.
(Late last night)
The day does not end here. It thins.
Light retreats without ceremony, leaving the tree to hold what remains on its own terms.
(Photo: d.)
