Dark sketching
292 creative works found
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Oil pastels on black A3 paper. / used a reference photo a wonderful friend took of me. thank you so much for that. / Classical style isn’t it. I’m enjoying oil pastels at the moment. I’m looking into blending techniques mostly. And yay! foreshortening! A lil. A girl full of hate falls in love too easily for her own good. kicking and screaming into paradise just to burn it down in an attempt to keep warm by a fire. she can hold back the tears but she can’t stop causing them. Oh how it hurts, more than ripping slowly at her own flesh, unstoppable by the numbing vodka that burns it’s way down her throat, keep swallowing, don’t breathe, maybe you’ll choke on it you stupid girl.
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/ A recurring nightmare I had as a child…...
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Skele-series #9 (We wouldn’t dare have him catching a real, live fish!)
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Skele-series #11
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Drawn 2008. Age 21. “In the cold dampness I quietly rest against the crumbling wall with my eyes closed; hoping in vain to be forgotten and left alone”* This was just a quick sketch using black biro pen on standard plan paper. I am hoping to expand upon this idea in a more developed drawing sometime in the distant future…
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drawn/sketched pencil / color and texture Photoshop CS a tale of my recent experience with mysterious,chronic pain that the doctors / cannot explain…...one can only wonder and be left to the horrors of the imagination. i want my life back. :(
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Id
by Shawn CossAs a once psychology major, I was intrigued by Freud’s theory on the id and ego of the human psyche. It has been many years since those classes so my words may be somewhat off. But this piece is a self representation (aren’t they all?) of myself and how the “id” and “ego” play in our life decisions. We all seek pleasure and that constant feeling of euphoria, and our “id”’s only goal is to achieve those feelings without worry or care about the consequences of such actions. It is our “ego” that keeps the “id” in line, allowing us to think before we act, and to be able to foresee what may come of this pleasure seeking. It is a constant battle that wages on beneath our skin and sometimes the “id” overcomes. Some choose to live only by the “id”s bidding and never realize the destruction they leave behind when seeking their pleasures. I have been through that lifestyle once, and as much as I enjoyed such pleasures in bountiful amounts….the aftershock of those actions can still be felt today.
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Sorry about the pun, ‘revamped!’ I’ve put a filter on my watercolour painting, to increase the moonlight atmosphere
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drawing / digital / 2002 Behind her in the dark is something scary…she knows it there… / but doesn’t turn to look…face forward.. looking where she’s going…not where she’s come from
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Browse Palinchak Mikhail art by categories Art Nudes · Fractal Art · Egypt · Landscapes · Conceptual / / / /
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This is a really quick charcoal sketch I did a few years ago that I pulled out while digging through some old work. Maybe it’s not the single greatest thing I’ve ever done, but I do think that the concept is interesting. Maybe? Maybe not? I dunno. Some of the sloppiness can be forgiven though, since this was really more of a sketch than anything. No? Maybe? Please? Leave me alone…I’m tired.
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Ink sketch from reference of Mr. Cave. note – i forgot to erase the pencil marks before i scanned it so they are in there too..
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Print version of my tee, Hold Me… / / am really glad and thankful that you guys have been able to tell and feel the emotions from this design when i first upload it as a tee yesterday.. thank you thank you.. X) / Originally draw with .05 pen in my A6 sketchbook.. / textured and colored in photoshop.. Inspired by the song When Love and Death Embrace by HIM I’m in love with you / And it’s crushing my heart / All I want is you / To take me into your arms When love and death embrace I love you / And you’re crushing my heart / I need you / Please take me into your arms When love and death embrace / When love and death embrace / When love and death embrace / When love and death embrace
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The street was crowded with shouts and chanting. Posters with slogans I didn’t understand moved along Main Street like thicken blood in veins too clogged with soot to notice. Faces turned to the distance and then waved aside the shoulders of police to stare into me or beyond me or through me or into cameras or maybe knowing that my two eyes saw everything as an abstract painting and they didn’t want to be abstract. The proud wrinkles shouted to be seen and be remembered for the hardship that had etched its way into flesh. No, you can not turn away, you can not cover me with cosmetics, you can not still the motion of music and feet shuffling along sidewalks that once were dirt. My dirt. Their dirt. Our dirt. The land that formed everything and out of which we grew. Before cement towers blocked the view to the sea. Before garbage covered the ashes. / The ashes. The ashes. Burning limbs from a sun that sets only once some days and twice when it feels the mood. Burning wind that torches leaves and dries the dreams of soldiers of the theater. Ashes that were baked onto the hillsides before they held mosaics of naked colors and hungry lights. Ashes that were blown from nature’s own breath and will still blow again and always even as merchants try to sell hot dogs to musicians and music sells to thin, clogged ears and ears are covered from the sound that the hands have created so that nobody realizes what is really happening. Nobody hears the clapping. / Blinded. Blinded by the brain’s efforts to see more and hear more and be more and sell more and buy more until there is no more and more has no meaning because it is less. Less. Less. / Yes the street was crowded. Yet I saw only one face. And that was enough.
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Fictional / ROUBLE 21×29,7 / Ink & Markers on paper — / / — Also available as art print / © All images copyright ROUBLE RUST / Spyridoula Bleta / All the images in this gallery are copyrighted, are NOT part of public domain & may not be reproduced, copied, edited, transmitted, uploaded, downloaded, or published in any way without my permission. Any violation of this copyright law will result in a lawsuit.
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