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AND DON’T LIE.
A piece I did today. Today was a huge struggle.
I did an entire group project this mornig in 2 1/2 hours, sat in class and did the sketch of this piece. Voldemort was out and made all three tasks very difficult. He insisted on sitting on my finger as I typed, and then got upset with me as I had to use it to type, and of course he was attacking my pencil while I was drawing.
The screens, stress, and bird screeching gave me a headache. After lunch I immediately jumped into another class and did the ink on the piece, class ended early and so I was able to lay down for my now migraine before having to meet my group for yet another class. My alarm went off, I drug myself out of bed and turned on my light and nearly collapsed from pain. Put myself into the Zoom room for my group and sat there. Alone. For 20 minutes. Gave up on them and laid back down until the need for food pulled me up again.
Between food, water, laying down, a bath, and two rounds of pain meds, my migraine is now back down to a sharp headache. Man, I did not miss these days at all.
Sky river! Sky river! Another prompt from my boyfriend
First ever attempt at a person’s face. Not completely terrible
Wait, so it wasn’t really about “protecting the children”?
Shocker!
I’ll be honest. I cried so much making this.
This is the beginning of a memorial piece I intend to get tattooed, probably on my wrist. The feather needs to be thinner, especially at the bottom, as it will be a tail feather of my first bird Winter, who passed many years ago. We got Winter from an elderly woman who was losing the ability to care for her properly. We had two birds previously, but Winter was the first that was all mine.
The paw prints belong to my kitties, both passed last year, and I got both at 6 years old. The orange and white one belongs to Odie, my fat, “no really mom, it’s just fur!” cat. His diabetes went unnoticed until it was too late to save him. I attributed his weight loss and sluggishness to depression, as it was mere months after we had lost his brother Batman, to whom the black paw belongs. He was all black, but for the white star on his chest. He was always sickly, but it took me by surprise when I woke up one morning to find him unmoving and struggling to breathe.
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My boyfriend convinced me to start sharing my art, so here it is! I’m a neurodivergent artist and writer who goes by either Ray or Drachen | 22 | self taught |
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