Meh Artsy Stuff

[LotusWorks]

Hiya everyone ^_^. This is going to be my thread where I post some of my doodles and some of my writing. Enjoy!

Brother and Sister
Sister in Blue
Wannabe Jolie

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Wrote to write. It's a little rushed and... yeah ^_^.

The Devil Said My Name

I squeezed the bulbous part of my nostrils tightly between a crooked middle finger and thumb. Blood filled the bridge of my nose and I felt like I was drowning. If I had any compunctions about striking it alone, it was too late for me to leave. The faded flowers of the wall began to crumble with each breath of stagnant air I took in. Eyes shut as I concentrated on the lungs inhaling and exhaling, being as dramatic as to wonder which breath would be the last yet praising every new beginning of air.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

I found myself slumped over the sink and not remembering how standing straight with my head held high was even possible before. Had I known how to do such a thing? Had I known what it was like to be proud of looking into the mirror each and every morning? I opened my eyes and blinked through crimson splatters on lenses. They had a way of looking like rotted tomato paste.

Disgusting.

I struck out at the reflection before me. Her eyes were sunken and her arms were decaying sticks extending from a washed out pink tank top. The fingertips and crooks of arms were tell tales of the work of the world; the only feature left over from the previous splendor were lips that were oversized and comical now. They perked in a subtle glow of health and remained the only mark of any beauty on this wasteland. My fist slammed against the mirror as hard as strength could muster.

And that’s when it happened.

The mirror didn’t budge at all and the lips curved tantalizing, startling myself. The woman before me was myself and yet, not me at all. Her eyes sparkled with a sudden flourish to the senses- the smell of urine and rusted shit replaced with a faint perfume wafting through my nostrils.

“Jana.. Jana- I think I like you,” she purred quietly before releasing her grip of the sink’s edge. She pulled out a cigarette and casually lit one, inhaling one long drag. The smoke curled over her upper lip as she looked at me again. “Relax chica. It’s just you and me.” She crossed her arms under her chest. It was strange how much more darker her hair was than mine, how much more red her lips were. Was she me or was she something else?

“You see, Jana, there are words for people like you. People who do things even when they don’t want to. But you know that already, don’t you? You know the kind of girl I speak of.”

Whore.

Kiss- ass.

Slut.

Loser.

“Actually, the word I’m looking for is hostess. Yes, our gracious little hostess. You know all the things that will run a man’s blood, yes?” She looked me full in the eye, honey brown that seemed to run molten gold with every casual look. Her strap slid down one shoulder and she smirked, a slow and sensuous smile that remained mysterious. “It’s funny how you can do all these things and not desire a single one.”

Images resurfaced within seconds. Pictures that felt to have lasted years were shown in seconds.

I was entangled in different arms, a new person each night.

Sloppy seconds aren’t my style.

Another with a mouth at the base of my nape, the one that captures my attention and ensnares my intrigue.

Someone calls me in the middle of the night and I don’t answer.

Flowers- there’s a man standing at my door.

Every day, he comes.

Every day, I watch from the balcony as he comes and goes.

I am crying in the next frame.

Someone calls me in the middle of the day and I don’t answer.

I’m too afraid.

“You’re too brave for your own good.” The reflection of me stands and unlocks the door behind her. How easy she makes it look. How easy she can just walk off and not look behind her. It’s not the same for me, it never has been. “You’re a funny girl. But you’re too clingy for me.” And just like that, she walked off without a second thought. I see the flowers brighten at the sight of her, blossoming at the mere possibility of her presence.

On my end, the flowers stay dead.

If I inhale too hard, they might even fall astray to my breath. In the end, it doesn’t matter. I concentrate on slowing my breath. Black dots are crowding my vision, but I won’t let that stop me from staying here.

From being safe.

From being me.

[EMTrue]

Nice drawings.

[LotusWorks]

Thanks for the comments ^_^. Here is some more of some of my older stuff.

MS Painted Over Pic of Self
My Co-Worker Joey
A Character Called Chimera
MS Paint of Character

[LotusWorks]

Random Drawing: Friends
Colorful Ella
Random Drawing
Coworker Cali
Wannabe Deedlit from Record of the Lodoss War
Drawing of Kanna <_<; didn't pan out how I wanted it to.
Test Panel A
Test Panel B
Old sketch of panels and st00f

[oki]

not bad at all, those drawings.
I think you should practice by just scetching things you see or go sit somehwere, and try not to go into detail at all, just focus on shadows and light.

[flaming_liberal]

Break away from the popular type of japanese-cartoon style drawings that everyone is doing nowadays (big eyes, small mouth). It's much too simplistic and does not indicate that you possess much artistic talent. Now that is not to suggest you don't have any artistic talent, but that your current choice certainly doesn't show it.
I'm also going to have to go with oki. You need to learn shadowing much better to give your images better dimension.

[Ema]

you have potential, but all of your drawings are WAY too stiff. Make them look more alive.