[Warning] Not for the weak of stomach or those who are afraid of blood and guts.
Ode to a Nightingale - John Keats My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— ... Continue Reading →
A revisit to an old piece. Which one of you can guess which one it is? If you like my art, you can buy prints of them here. I need some ideas for a new piece since I'm fresh out. Like and follow if you enjoyed. Lieutenant out.
The name of this piece has three meanings; it not only alludes to the nature of the staircase but also to the eternity of time as well as the feeling that everything is spiraling out of control. Other than that, this piece isn't really that good in my opinion. I hope to redraw this... Continue Reading →
This is Ultimate Horizon -- The Universal Fate. If you like this, this art piece is available as a print here.
Sam Shotter hurried along the wharf, fully aware of the looming grey clouds in the sky. The crates piled up haphazardly on either side made it more difficult to navigate and he cursed the day-sailors who left them there. He turned right and was forced to slow down as he encountered a maze of the... Continue Reading →
As a side note, I'd very much like it if some of you artsy people would recommend some ideas for new drawings for me. I've been hitting some serious artist's block this past school year and soon, I'll run out of pieces to post on here. So please help. Leave what you thought of... Continue Reading →
This the first of my neo-surrealistic style works. I only draw in graphite and so far, I've found it good enough for what I'm drawing. This was back when I first began drawing so you can see quite clearly that the concept wasn't very well executed. In any case, you see the barrel of a... Continue Reading →
She was five at the time. It was her first day of kindergarten on an otherwise normal day. She was waiting by the school gates waiting for the sight of her mother's red hair. Her backpack was an unfamiliar weight on her back. She shifted the straps uncomfortably. Several of her new classmates waved... Continue Reading →