Beauty is subjective. This is the beauty I like--a little raw, a little scraped off. All artwork not my own.
It's like a nightmare, and yet it's so sad that you want to hold it close.
I like white space, a lot of it.
I like ambiguous fairytales told with disturbing lines. Somebody is eating somebody else, somebody is afraid, but who?
Paper engineering is, sometimes, everything. I learnt that the hard way in year one.
What makes this image is the shape of it. And the absence of just enough.
And flatness: so gustav klimt, so egon schiele, so whitewash-over-an-underpainting. I hate gradient colouring. Let everything be pressed and pasted on walls.
This is the time for new images to be born. Every new phase has life of its own. I watch with amazement as lines and people come spilling out of the pen. It's time to stop seeing things, and let the pen bring forth what it will.
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