Starlining

So this is Christmas

Snow falls onto a wooden porch
A single soul looks into the white night.
The cold wind makes her face turn red.
So does not care, for it's Christmas again.

Happiness abounds in her cardiac abode.
Warming spaces left out in the cold.
Winter may sway others south,
but she remains, her tribe alone.

Of a hardy nature she goes into the night.
There's fun to be had, nothing will stop her.
It's a big world, and this is her gift.

Vworp Vworp, the engines stif.
Where will she go?

Element of Honesty

In my experiences with the digital medium, I've always had this odd facisnation with wallpapers. I suppose it's the wonderful graphic elements I see in them, or maybe their just fun to make. So here's one I cooked up the other day:

Yes, it's Applejack from the pony show, but I wanted to share my experience making this wallpaper. It's part of a series of wallpapers that I'm doing of the mane six. Their all quite different from each other, and Applejack here is no different. See, this hard working earth pony is a simple creature and I wanted to convey that here. I used clean lines to imply her presence on the right side of the work, giving a shadow-like look to it. 

Anyway, enjoy this wallpaper!

Filler post

Filler post, filler post

Does whatever a filler post does

Can it solve the issues of the world?

No it can't cause it's filler

Watch out, here comes filler posts!

Light of Day

The great star rises over the horizon in his full glory.
Waking the land of people and places.
Birds sing, folks swing, and the leaves dance in the breeze.

I would like to live in that place,
the land of warmth and connection.
Yet, I am stuck here.
In a place of past glory,
Old wonders,
and elder forests.

The roots of history have wrapped their tendrils around my feet.
I want to go away, into the light my bright future.
Still, my struggles mean nothing in this ancient land.
It wants to me to stay.

The sun's nation, how wonderful it must be.
So many people I want to meet.
Somehow, I cannot get free
The past needs me,
my kind heart,
the woods call my name. 

Sorry

In this vast and often crazy world, it's easy for some people to get lost in it all. This is what I'm feeling at this moment in time.

Huh? Have no clue about what I'm saying? Well, let me explain.

As of late, it's been hard for me to find the motivation to pursue the creative arts I love so much. I'm sure it's not just a bad case of art block or the normal cycle of artistic events. I have ideas and I have time to draw, but it's been rather hard for me to put as much love and care into the various aspects of my work. I suppose it could be college is eating up my energy for art; graphic design does indeed make one mentally drained at the end of the day. Perhaps I'm encountering the full brunt of what having a life beyond my childhood home(s) is going to be like for my brain, all about 40 pages of thumbnails and dwelling on the same set of business cards for days. I guess most would say "tough luck" and go one about how this how the real world operates.

At the core of this, it might be the fact that I want to be a storyteller. I want share characters, settings, and stories. One would say "what's stopping you?" at this point. I mean, I have the power to draw, type, and the ability to make up the various aspects of a world to tell a story in. So, I should really be cranking out that epic work by now, shouldn't I?

However, It boils down to this, I'm not a person of the caliber to put her creative works into the eye of the public. My fantasies, stories, and characters are simply the unreachable dreams of a backwater girl's overactive imagination. I don't feel that my art is going to get me too far in life, but it's the only real skill I have. I've always known that, but I tricked myself into thinking somebody someday would value my eccentric abstract designs and character doodles.   Being empathic, intellectual, and extremely shy doesn't make for a successful person. Even less so for a young woman looking for acceptance into the adult world.  So, I most likely be making business cards and local advertisements for most of my existence, sliding along rather being rather lonely.

So, here we are. I'm not depressed, mad, or trying to get attention. I've just come to the realization that no one cares about what I post here at all. I'm a passing curiosity with the illusion that my art is decent. I know that what I post is shit, but I'll keep on truckin'. There has been too many hours put into drawing and other creative ventures to turn back now.