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I wonder what it's like to dissipate into butterflies.

This one took me a while. I knew what I wanted, but I didn't know how to execute it. 

The head was rather easy, but how I want to represent being "of butterflies" was rather difficult. 

I know that I didn't want to draw butterflies in place of the entire body.

Originally, I wanted everything to look like they were floating in the air. Everything lifted. But it didn't look... right. 

After I started drawing the butterflies, I wonder what I should do with the areas of the body that weren't going to be covered with butterflies. This is what took me so long. I don't know how many times I erased the left side of the body, because none of it looked fitting enough. I did research, watched the beautiful lifecycle of butterflies..., drew patterns that looked liked wings that haven't emerged yet... and so on.

In the end, I just decided to colour it in.

So it perhaps, helps with the smoky effect when a butterfly decides to fly away, leaving that piece blank. 

As you know, I am no expert at drawing human bodies. 

I think I did okay here. I think the leg proportions may be a bit off. Oh well. 

I did rather enjoy drawing the butterflies. Because of my great affinity for them. 

Every butterfly is a piece of the puzzle. And marks the passage of time. 

I don't know what the tone of this doodle is. Is it sad? I'm not sure. Is it happy? Not particularly. 

Does it represent life or death?

Even I'm not entirely sure...

The woman's eyes are closed... but her arms are slightly spread, her palms are open... as if giving into it all, willingly.

Aww, So cute!

Basic drawing.

Coloured.

Need I say more?

So. It's been a while. Yay for simple digital artworks! Even though that damned hedgehog took forever! 

He's fat too. That's why he needs to be walked. Heh heh heh...

Masquerade, Broken

I just suddenly had this urge to draw a masquerade mask. They're so pretty. But I struggled in how I want to draw it and what details I want it to have. That took a very long time. I made it easier for myself though because it's asymmetrical, haha! And then, it came to me -- I wanted it to be broken, right down the middle. To make the asymmetry more meaningful also. Thus, began the planning. I wanted the right half to be dark (the thorny vines and the decorative blood-drips at the far side). Lifeless. Twisted. Foreboding. Even menacing. ...But that becomes more life-like, holds promise, as it gets closer to the centre. The right side, is the opposite, representing life, light, growth (the butterfly wings, the bird, the leaves/petals around the eye, and curls at the end representing sun's light *shifty eyes* lol). And as it approaches the middle, the butterfly is without its body. 

 Where it is broken, there is a rose petal and a feather, from the two things that are closest to the centre (well the bird is flying towards the centre)... as if they materialized from the brokenness. Became real from the brokenness. And although the mask is broken, they are still tied together. I'm not sure what I want that to symbolize. I guess I still want to show that they are connected, despite being different, despite being disconnected, simultaneously.

The tendrils rising from the right side aren't just pencil marks. I'm not entirely sure why I felt compelled to add those in, as if the masquerade is a curse and it being broken, released something. 

I don't know. I drew this rather unconsciously, investing in it, meaning that is not entirely understood by even myself, the artist, hahaha. 

Perhaps I just want to show that there is more beyond life and death, two interconnected, yet very different things.

It Ends Today, It Starts Today

I started this doodle the other night when I drew that girl. I drew this because I was feeling angry and sad and lonely. I'm not sure about you, dear reader, but I hate the feeling of being left out. It leaves you feeling worthless and unloved. Though I'm sure that's not the case, you can't help but feel that way... And you would only feel such a way because you crave to laugh and share those moments with people that you care about... only to feel that they will have those moments anyway, with or without you. And that's a sad thought. ...My art is my catharsis and the more that I draw those dark lines on the paper, the less dark I feel inside. And suddenly it hit me. Even if my friends are having fun without me, why don't they deserve to have fun? Of course they do. And there will always be times when I am not able in join in on the fun... Although it makes me sad, I shouldn't be feeling so sad. So voila. This is the result of such a realization. I'm okay with not being included. I can have my own fun. *wink*  ...I'll always be along side of them anyway. :)