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Anonymous said: 5, 8 and 11 :) xx

Hi!

5:Who/what inspires you?

I really admire mlysza ’s illustration (I love all of them, there’s always something that moves me in her drawings) and also the amazing embroideries of jsarloutte (her art is the reason why I started embroidery). But in general, music and nature inspire me. :)

8:Do you listen to music when you draw? Favorites?

Yes! A lot. It’s often very calm and acoustic songs.

11:Draw a pic of yourself like how you look just now.

I’m sorry, I don’t have a lot of time right now, but I’ll do it tomorrow! :) (My outfit is cool so I’ll sketch it haha)

Thanks! 

Artist asks GO! 1: "Take a picture of your workspace. "
2: "Show your pencil case and what's inside. "
3: "Show a thing you last drew, no matter how small or a "doodle" it is. "
4: "Lineart or coloring? "
5: "Who/what inspires you? "
6: "Draw a same pic with your dominant and non-dominant hand. "
7: "Do you have any OCs? "
8: "Do you listen to music when you draw? Favorites? "
9: "Favorite thing to draw? "
10: "Least favorite thing to draw? "
11: "Draw a pic of yourself like how you look just now. "
"Let it all rain down, from the blood stained clouds.
Come out, come out, to the sea my love…”

"Let it all rain down, from the blood stained clouds.

Come out, come out, to the sea my love…”

"The crow and the bean field

Are my best friends, but boy I need a hug
.”

 

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I found this old photo of my embroidery!

I found this old photo of my embroidery!

Autumn 2014.

Drawings.

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#need them 
earthiling:

Bandaids for your spooky aesthetics

earthiling:

Bandaids for your spooky aesthetics

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jessicamao:

dappled skin

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inktober 9/31

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#love it 
scrickiras:

"all the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. and that is the tragedy of living."

scrickiras:

"all the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. and that is the tragedy of living."

"When I’m in Tokyo."

"When I’m in Tokyo."

I really have to use my graphic tablet.

I really have to use my graphic tablet.


i wish i could reach out and hold you close, when im in tokyo
8bitbowtie:

I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.
I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.
Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.
This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.
‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’

8bitbowtie:

I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.

I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.

Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.

This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.

‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’

(via atwq)