Eternal torment in the 3 figure samsara
Bask in it, all of it.
This picture has a origin, I will first draw a bright girl. But drawing for a moment I thought of something that I often dream of, a black snake. In my dreams I was often in danger. And every time a black snake comes to help me.đź–¤
Come with me. Together we will find our fortune of spirit and love. Black Ink Pastel Freehand Knot 61cm by 45.7cm 100 hours
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Here in the meadow. I bare my soul to nature. Black Ink Blue ink Purple violet and white pastel Dark pencil for the knees. 61cm by 45.7cm 150hours
Submission for RosenticaArtContest Red/Black/White color brings these two to the top! I love these couple character so much I've designed the girl using her phone take a selfie shot with the boy and the results come out very good Thank you for an amazing event.
The artwork "Status Zero" is a tribute to old-school games, inspired by the aesthetics of pixel art. In a black-and-white palette, an animated world comes to life, embodying the spirit of retro video games and their enchanting simplicity. The animated anime girl becomes an integral part of this digital theater, expressing the nostalgia of times when every pixel was precious, and every frame was a small work of art.
a woman in an elegant black evening gown plays the piano on a rooftop, surrounded by the luminous glow of a bustling city at night. Her serene expression and graceful posture reflect her deep connection to the music, creating a sense of tranquility and introspection. The cityscape in the background is alive with golden lights streaming from countless windows, casting a warm, enchanting ambiance over the scene. The iron railing around the rooftop adds a touch of intimacy and solitude, contrasting with the vibrant energy of the city below. This artwork beautifully captures the juxtaposition of a quiet, personal moment against the backdrop of a lively urban landscape, evoking a mood of serene contemplation and the timeless beauty of music.
Agony Wheel (Cycle) Trapping of the self in the heavy cycle of Agony. Specifications: 61cm by 45cm Sakura Pigma Micron Pen .05 .08 .1 Black Pastel for Celtic Knot pattern Charcoal for internal spaces
I play a song in the moonlight. The sound clears away all the noise until there is only you and I. Black Ink 61cm by 45.7cm 100hours
A continuation of Rebeka's story? No. A return to her 16th birthday, when her world was once again on fire. She faintly remembers that day, for it was the first time she let Black Spectre out of her heart...what happened that day? (Sekiro66: I'll tell you a little bit to make it more interesting for you to see my new artworks :) On her birthday, she found out who was responsible for her sisters death. She saw this entity in person. And because of the overflow of different emotions, her heart lock broke and let the Black Spectre out. Ah, what is it, you ask? Let me remind you that I'm creating a world from 1966-1990 that is full of magic and various paranormal things. There are many different Spectre in this world, and they all have different powers. (Sekiro66: someone has mastered lightning...)
The sculpture is made from brass and bronze, giving it a unique texture and color. Her face is carefully crafted with delicate details, including two eyes that are slightly open as if she's looking out into the world. She has long hair cascading down her back, adding to the beauty of this artwork. The background is dark black which helps bring out the golden hues in the statue even more. This piece of art could be found in any museum or temple, making it an impressive artifact for anyone to admire.
The daughter of the moon of Uranus The Sealer of the Flame Energy and the purification of the evil of the dark dimension of the black hole.
...and I could hear the gentle sound through the garden, it grew and became everything. I could see her, panpipes in hand, with her hat, it spun upward from her hair, a braid that went on forever. Graphite Pencil H Black Ink Blue Ink 61cm by 45.7cm 300 hours total
Following the way across ancient lines, built into the very things that make our universe. Inspired by lydiaemoons Pastel Black Ink 61cm by 45.7cm 200 hours total
Kannon. The middle sister. mastered the magic of death at the age of 16 and learned how to summon an army of the dead. Then she was nicknamed "Goddess of Darkness." She gets her special powers during the Golden Full Moon, which happens several times a year. Also at night her power will always be stronger than during the day, she uses her black magic to cover the starry sky with a dark scarlet sunset, which sucks the life out of her enemies. (Sekiro66: I created a monster)
― London 19th century It was another night as Scotland Yard, led by Inspector Ivan Luther, continued to patrol the area of the exhibition hall. "There's nothing wrong outside, Inspector" "Good, We must protect the Queen's precious jewelry from that jerk, don't be careless" The serious inspector said. "Roger that" After the subordinates return to their duties, he picked up the letter sent several days ago and read it over. It was an annoying riddle challenging the reader's intelligence and the meaning was... 「 Twenty past midnight I'll come pick up 'The Hope Diamond' ― Jack O' Phantom 」 Suddenly, one of the officers shouted. "Up there!" “That's Jack! Catch him!” Inspector Ivan immediately gave an order before running up to the top floor. He was the first to arrive. A young man in a black robe was already floating in midair waiting for him. "Hello, Inspector" Jack's lips curled into a grin. "Please have fun with my show"
I was a wildman. At 23 yrs. old, I was spontaneous and reckless. A few years before this photo was taken, I got into a nasty bar fight after my first girlfriend broke up with me after 2 years. Most of the damage was done to myself by myself. I was out partying with my hip-hop crew at the time, Da Hillz Entertainment, to get my mind off the breakup. We started off a Traditions, a dive bar near St. John's University in Queens. We had a great night of drinking and smoking, and on are way back we decided to stop by a local Irish bar near Richmond Hill for more despite being completely hammered already. We ordered beer and went to the back of the bar where they had a pool table. There were some fellas in there kickin' it, and the vibe seemed right at the beginning. One of 'em said they were selling bud so I went into the bathroom with him to check it out (listen, weed was still very illegal back then and we weren't taking chances). So he pulls out this microscopic dime bag of dro and I'm instantly like, "Nah man, I'm good". As soon as we leave the bathroom, his boys were starting to argue with my peoples. Being the drunk idiot that I am, I walk right up to there dude to try to reason with him but they were all coked the fuck up. Before I know it, they started swingin' and I'm pretty sure I got hit with a pool stick because I had to get a couple staples in my head later at the hospital. But the fun didn't end there. After some fists were exchanged, my boys dragged me out of there as I was raving mad, promising to kill each of those fools. Outside the bar, I stupidly took my anger out on the front window with what had to be like a Samoan chop that shattered the window and left a deep cut in my left hand. I was bleeding profusely, but I didn't think the damage was too severe so we went back to my boy's crib. I took my bloody white hoodie off, along with my other crimsoned clothing, then hopped in the shower. After rinsing the blood off, I could tell this wasn't something that was gonna heal on its own so I had my boy drive me to the hospital. I waited in the trauma ward for 11 hours before finally getting stitched up. I had to wear a cast for months, plus shades to cover my black eye. I remember also suffering from really bad allergies and just looking like an absolute mess in class. I've had several similar incidences throughout my 20s, particularly involving excessive drinking. I was an impulsive character and a danger to myself. These aren't the fondest memories for me, but they were important lessons that helped me grow and mature. This photo symbolizes the wildness and spontaneity that characterized my persona.
In the eyes of the Keeper, my flaws are the Codex, my heart sings true. Pastel Black Ink Metal (silver) ink 61cm by 45.7cm 250 hours total