I'll post my draws made in all these 7-8 months of dead DA. My style changed A LOT, and all because - I think - my emotional, loving, real and imaginary life changed as well. I'm feel like getting alive as I always wanted. I'm far away from home, far away from friends and family and far away from every single thing I used to live and deal with. This, dear reader of a poor being trying to make some art with draws after to know a artist, philosopher, beautiful and very, very interesting girl who didn't liked me the same, is what I call REAL LIVE.
I want to read this journal entry when some of this shadows grow, cause I'm hiding all the lambs that I found. This girl, who must be introduced as lady for those who wants to keep reading, changed me. It all happened too fast: I had decided to come by her in the bus, start a conversation about her arm tattoo, since I did my first tattoo draw for my cousin. She was so sympathetic and happy to tell me where did she made her that I tried to go a step further: ask to draw her because I liked her on black.
That's where things begun to change. She accepted, smiling, and she talked about her artistic live. Since there, I was expecting a ordinary girl who just have black clothes and tattoos on arms. Poor me, as she talked about art, her somehow disturbed teen years and critiqued Disney's princess for their foolishness and depravity, it took the 10 min. in the bus path to college for me to fall in love. I can't stand woman who have any mental difference and alternative living style. I just can't. I felt so small, insignificant being close to her, that it was like a master and a pupil. She lived and experienced so much things that I couldn't even keep conversation about these things. Never in my life I felt so sorry about all those years on video-game playing instead of studying geography and philosophy. Surely she changed me that day, and kept the change for the 3 days to come on the meetings in the bus. Oh, what lovely days that I comes back on living when I drink and look at any one wearing full black... But no, she, of course, couldn't take me with all my empty brain close to hers.
About the style change, I must say that it came out when I was drawing a goblin, which I'll post. I remember drawing him because I needed to get more into me again, since I looked so much for movies, music and astrological maps and it's meanings that trying to keep track of her likes and desires. Well, it wasn't wasted time, but I was more she than me for the past 2 weeks then. Enough talking, you, who read it 'till here, must be tired of a love story who didn't passed the friendship, which she avoids to maintain.