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Yo boys
For everyone's who's stopped by on this page, thank you! Unfortunently, this page is now basically a mausoleum. I've no plans to rev this page up. Nonetheless, you can find me at:
My personal Website - RaggedyArts.com
Twitter - https://twitter.com/RaggedyArts
Instagram Portfolio - https://www.instagram.com/raggedyarts/?hl=en
Redbubble - https://www.redbubble.com/people/longfallof1979?asc=u
Happy trails
- Marianne
Once more?
It is official, I will no longer be active on this site. I'm making it a point to really stick with a clear choice to just stop using DA, not just neglect it for long periods of time and come back occasionally. However, my account will still be up for anyone who enjoys seeing the work I do have up. :nod: I'm going to put up some of my favorite pieces, and fix up a few gallery things before going.
I also said I wanted to do a Q and A thing before I go, just so I can talk with you all one last time, (unless you're on Twitter/Tumblr, then meet me there!) but if not, let's do it here! If you ever had any questions about my work, pieces I've done
449 years today.
I have noticed in my years that there is a certain people who’ve grasped a powerful connection to Masamune.
It is something beyond being a favorite character or an aspiration figure. It’s much more integral than that. It just runs deeper. It’s not imitation, and it’s not just inspiration. It’s something that is perhaps wordless. I know some who know me, because they know him; and I have had the pleasure of calling a few of them my friends. We don’t all look the same. We come from different parts of the world, we come from different lineages and have suffered different losses; but there is a ce
counterweight.
I can't write anymore.
It's not that the inspiration doesn't come; it's just that I, in the deep of me cannot.
I can't spew out any poetry. I can't write like I used to. Like I wish to.
I write the dreams I have in a flash, and reply to conversations with ease; I can jot down the revelations that occasionally come to meet me on the surface. But Poetry, for the life of me, is incapable of being formed.
It's in me, I know it. I never doubt it.
But I cannot write because I'm leaking. The veins that carry my blood-verses are over-sensitive and punctured. I'm leaking because of the weight.
weight.
I just feel so much weight on me.
A thickn
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Beautiful poetic words I'm the opposite. I draw things with colour, not nessasarily happy things. But I'm quite a brooding (not depressed) person.
The only comparison I can think of is in Vincent and the Doctor when Black says the Van Gogh turned his suffering into eccstatic beauty though art. For me I'm simply turning to see the positives, seeing the good in sadness and how it makes us human or appreciate beauty so much more.
Kinda like expressing my hopes physically.
The only comparison I can think of is in Vincent and the Doctor when Black says the Van Gogh turned his suffering into eccstatic beauty though art. For me I'm simply turning to see the positives, seeing the good in sadness and how it makes us human or appreciate beauty so much more.
Kinda like expressing my hopes physically.