#true artistry

[raplinesmoon]

whoever styled BTS at the Grammys in 2020 I hope your pillow is cold on both sides

[tiggerzone]

[coffentyme]

The longer I look at dog masks and ears the more I realize it’s no longer “haha being a dog would be funny” but more of a “oh god I want to be someone’s loyal dog so bad”

[hang-on-lil-tomato]

genius at work! zappa and John Cage step aside!

[arley-ology]

Drawtectives dressed as the Scooby-Doo mystery gang for Halloween!!

This is kinda rushed because I forgot I wanted to draw this until like 10pm last night 😅

[shiraishi--kanade]

"It's so embarrassing to admit I only create art for validation" did paleolithic humans not paint for other humans to see. Does a child making their first drawing to show their parents makes it any less valuable. Do gardens arranged for the visitors' eyes make the roses any less beautiful. Do love poems written for one person alone to hear make your heart ache less. You're fine

[tortured-griffith]

Do true Casca fans just talk about Guts and Griffith all the time?

Girl pick up a pen and make some Casca content, we're starving.

[an9elicpimp]

Victoria is exactly who she thinks she is.

HE GAVE ME SOME DICK IN BED NOW HE THINK THAT DICK IS EMBEDDED

[gorgynei]

im so sorry they said that about you dark souls oh my god

[grief-worn]

@bloodtwin sent: he doesn't usually go out of his way to talk to other kids his age. it would end badly, he thinks. no, he knows. all of his interactions are the same in the end. but this time he can't help himself. curiosity gets the better of him as he hops down from the tree he'd been perched in. he likes to people watch from up there. sometimes watching becomes hunting. an excitable energy in his every step, he approaches the dark-haired girl that had caught his eye- or rather, the dark-haired girl that had drawn what really caught his eye. he points at the wall she'd marked up. "is that a skull & crossbones? it looks cool."

It’s very macabre, she thinks to herself. Grim and hauntingly visceral. The kind of imagery that breeds terror and pales the skin. Good. A proper reflection of her soul, of her inner torment.

Her fingers are red, a brighter shade than what flows in veins. She grips a splintered brush in her right hand, haphazardly dunking it into the pot of tempera at her feet. Stolen, but important for her mission. The artist she had nicked it from would’ve wasted its potential. He would’ve spit out some saccharine rubbish, like a sunset vista, or another ugly portrait of some blighted nobleman. Nothing like true art, nothing that captures the grotesque and monstrous realities of life.

With a broad, confident stroke, she adds the finishing touches. Absolutely perfect. Adrenaline courses through her, and she wipes sweat off her crinkled brow. A vast improvement over dull and lifeless brick. This will make an impression. The drooling masses of Baldur’s Gate will witness this and find enlightenment!

Bending to a crouch, she tucks the brush inside the pot, eager to locate her next canvas. Time is not on her side, and she must be quick. Mother will punish her if she show up late to evening mass again. The girl turns, poised to flee the scene of the crime, but someone is standing in her way.

A person. A boy? A something. A creature unfledged. Young-faced, with puzzling features. A little dirty. A lot unwanted.

“Cool? Are you stupid?” A good start to the conversation. “It is not supposed to be cool. It is supposed to be terrifying.” Her voice rises to a squeak, too offended to mediate her temper. “A picture of death … the remains of a corpse. Not cool, but a dark omen of what is to come.”

It’s a skull and crossbones. A very cartoonishly ugly skull and crossbones.

She shifts, resting the pot against her hip. Inky hair, long and hastily braided, frames her jaw with its tendrils. Her face scrunches into a pucker, deliberately glaring at him, up and down.

“What are you, some sort of mutated dog boy? I’ve never met anyone with a tail, well, no one who wasn’t devil-born.” Her best friend is a boy with a tail, but tieflings are not fuzzy. “Get out of my way. Probably have rabies or diseases …”

[afro-artistry-chronicles]

Blooming In True Self (2023) by Elie Hatungimana

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

Where’s the love for the people who don’t ever want to learn how to draw and get no joy out of drawing or thinking about drawing but are in love with some other random form of art

[bandsanitizer]

nah but why tf they bringing mama to la?

[genshinmp3]

Lightning Racing from Land of Tleyaoyotl Yang Lee, HOYO-MiX

[beardedmrbean]

[commiegoth]

Okay sry I was gonna be done with the Somerton stuff but I just found out that he apparently spends an obscene amount of money on camera equipment? Which is crazy cuz every clip of his I've seen so far looks like total ass.