Illness comes and goes like the seasons. For some, they are just entering spring, for souls like myself Iām finding myself refusing to fall like the autumn leafs.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Cosimo Galluzzi

Origami Around

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Kaledo Art

if i look back, i am lost
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Today's Document
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shark vs the universe
Three Goblin Art

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Illness comes and goes like the seasons. For some, they are just entering spring, for souls like myself Iām finding myself refusing to fall like the autumn leafs.

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Rough sketches
Personal sketches to clear my mind

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Prideful
Sketchbook piece
Butterfly on a torn rose leaf representing a broken/torn heart
-Hereās some recent sketchbook sketches
Fearless like a Mouse
Currently the planets are alined in such way that I lose my mind on the little things.
Little triggers leading onto even bigger ones.
However something about this chaos feels like home.
My head ends in spirals of depressive thoughts, at least my sketchbook can handle it.
Sneak Peak : *unnamed Project*
Here is some work in process Iāve been working on , exploring different tools and ideas.
Finding myself through my lowest lows.
Childhood scars opened, adulthood ups and downs, issues with self identity, this is what Iām trying to express through my work.
Themes of childhood, sisterhood, motherhood and love. The passing of time, addiction and fighting for life while battling my inner demons.
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The Devil
Today I finally saw the demon that has hunted me for years , sheās my reflection. She hides in the shadows and waits for night fall to hunt me.
Oh the nasty things she brings, when my body is numb she wears it like a wolf in sheepās clothing.
Sheās always there and you cannot escape her, a parasite.
Within her body vessels rests a devil that has once fallen from Grace.
I have lost my grace once again due to self sabotage. Things are lower than they have ever been.
As always , recording my journey through vent art š
Concept art for :
Wolfie, the non-binary wolf.
Durning the studies in HND Illustration, I was requested to created an illustrated childrenās book. I chose to create a story of a wolf who just canāt seem to fit in.

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Spiritual meaning of : Ferret
Boys Boys Boys
Here is two of my boys and their portraits
Drawn around last year.
Great exercise to get back into drawing
Self Portrait
24th February 2021
During the most exhausting and soul taking year I created a self portrait.
It was just right after I shaved my hair. The libration was breathe taking. As if I dropped a burden.
I thought things couldnāt get worst. But they did and as they did I grew. This time though I felt like I was finally ready to take my life into my own hands and when I did, wonders happened.
Bitter Origin Story
When hope is gone, and thereās no one left, there is only yourself you can count on.
In this piece I wanted to share my struggles as I battle addictions and general life struggles.
Navigating through the shadows of my life can be quite lonely and scary so why not use it to make some art.
Iāve attempted to display the everyday depressive episodes I go through and the way I go around to cope with it.
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