the composition should be largely familiar. more schoolwork, cuz i'm too lazy currently to upload personal stuff, haah.
because in that place where there is both darkness and light, the stuff of nightmares can't get to me. i feel safe. and i will stay safe, no matter what it takes. even if it means the walls will never break.
pretty inspired after watching a short film on Van Gogh's paintings in the omnitheatre, so i attempted something.. also related to some school stuff that i thought was gasp, overdue but in the end i did it for nothing.. /slaps self
techno tribal. if you patronize the F21 online catalog you'll know why. theme forced on me by Ange. curse you, fellow online shopper who shoves pretty internet tabs in my face. D:
there was no warning, no sign. his eyes simply shut, and he fell into a sleep from which he would never wake again. the hunters who had pursued him, who had wanted the glory of slaying the great beast, who had been his mortal enemy and yet closer to him than any other creature to the very end, they all wept for him, for the passing of the earth's last dragon.
An earthbound aspiring illustrator/concept artist currently studying but with her head in the clouds.
She talks too much, laughs too loudly, and has a habit of holding frequent discussions with herself inside her head.
She has an absurd fondness for potatoes and shoes, and she also likes cookies. and milk. but never together.