Sugi91

I feel that this needs to be said right here, right now. No, I generally do not take free requests. A lot of time, effort, and materials (frustration and heartache too) goes into most artworks and giving that freely to strangers on the internet is not something I feel like doing at this time. And secondly... NO. I WILL NOT DRAW YOUR PORN. Almost all requests I get, not only want the work done free, but also want the image to be somewhat pornographic or sexual in nature. Now, I am not sure where you all get the impression that this is something I draw from since I know that only a few of my images contain any nudity and even then they are no

Great. Just fucking perfect. It's pretty damn obvious how little care my family has for my "art" when, even though I've explained many times to them that I have trouble writing when there is an excess of noise around me, they continue to do it. I go through periods of inspiration and longer periods where any artistic endeavor is at least twice as hard coming, and it would figure that during one of my artistic weeks they all decide they want to be home more often and stay up far later than usual watching television. I have asked time and time again for them to clear out one of the spare bedrooms (of which there are three, all filled to the b

Silent tears. Sobs nothing more than a breath. So no one can hear. And no one dares see. No one asks to see. Writing, drawing, working. Hours and hours. The moon rises. For no one, for nothing. No one believes. They don't ask to see. Feeling, longing, welling. The land beyond the sunset calls. The clouds, mountains on the horizon. Can't speak. Can't explain. A want. Nameless. This feeling. Can't speak. Can't explain. The moon stands guard. Stillness. The world stops, doesn't exist. Isolation, everything is far away, but not. Detatched. Something, nothing, everything. Longing. I want.