(on a selectively indefinite semi-hiatus)
18 x 24 Graphite piece of Eowyn for the second half of my final.
18 x 24 Charcoal piece i did of Morgana for one of my class finals.
I’m beginning to feel like I’m not really here. Am I just a delusional ghost? I’m still alive aren’t I? I’m trying to so hard to be part of this world and to just do me but when people look straight through me or don’t even look my way….. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so dead. I wish my emotions matched my demeanor but for the first time in my life I’m not afraid of eyes, I want to be seen. Things are better though, right? At least that’s what I remind myself of everyday. Im hopeful, inspired, self assured, and driven for the first time in a decade. Yet I can’t help but feel the world and everyone in it has written me off. Everything just feels so explosive and unsure. That somehow if I stop moving, if I stop drawing I’ll just evaporate and be doomed to an unsuccessful life.
Ah, it would probably be a lot easier if I stopped making such personal art. I think I’m going to take a break from any personal work for the time being, I had planned to make this more then this little doodle but I didn’t have it in me. I am emotionally exhausted and I need to accept that and do what I can to be healthy.
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“With the world so set on tearing itself apart, it don’t seem like such a bad thing to me to want to put a little bit of it back together.” - Desmond Doss in Hacksaw Ridge
I got back from seeing Hacksaw Ridge a few hours back and it left me incredibly inspired as an artist and as an individual and I couldn’t let it go to waste. This isn’t the greatest thing I’ve made and it certainly doesn’t really look like Andrew Garfield but I’m still happy with it. And God knows this definitely isn’t the greatest time to post it but I need to tell people to go see it because I don’t necessarily think the trailers do it justice.
aw man I miss you guys. I don’t miss letting my life rot away on this site, but I miss you guys.
Acryla Gouache painting I did a week or so back for my 2D design class.
Please follow my art blog, I’ll love you forever
My name’s Sarah! Although at this point you probably already know who I am, but if you don’t that’s me. I decided I was going to make an art tumblr so here it is. It’s been a while since I’ve been on tumblr but I decided it might be fun to come back and use it as something productive but also fun. I’ve been thinking about doing this for a while but I’ve been putting it off because hey putting your art out there is scary especially if it means so much to you. After 3-4 years of going through college not knowing what I was going to do and desperately clinging to a major that couldn’t have been a worse fit for me (GIS? Come on, Sarah) I finally gave up and decided to be an art major. And well… I’m excited (and absolutely terrified) to share my art with you guys.
I feel like an old lady on facebook, I’ve been off the internet for a while excuse me as I get reacquainted.
(also quick note, this use to be a different blog that I used as a joke so hey all 8 followers of mine if you don’t want to follow this, that’s fine I won’t be hurt. but yeah this was the mayapls tumblr)
Hey guys, I made an art blog and I’m going to be active on it, loVE ME.
My finished work. This piece started out as a joke about how I was afraid of coloring my artwork and quickly became a piece about anxiety and fear of failure. This piece is more personal than most, I was unsure about posting it at first and even more so about explaining it. I believe that artwork doesn’t necessarily need explaining, however I think it’s incredibly important to talk about mental illness. Late last year I finally got the help I needed to deal with my Social Anxiety/Phobia and Depression. I had spent around 20 years of my life telling and teaching myself that I was weak, a coward, lazy, and worthless. I don’t think I would have ever have found the courage to ask for help if I hadn’t already known someone who suffered like me and had gotten help. Even still asking for help was one of the hardest things I have ever done, but probably the most rewarding. I am incredibly grateful that anxiety had been an increasingly talked about thing in the past few years, but I wish some attention could be drawn to social anxiety. Ive been aware of anxiety for a while and since I could only relate to some of the issues I continued to reason that it was only me. That’s why I decided to speak up because the more people who talk about it the more people will recognize their symptoms and hopefully seek help. I’m not saying you have to or you need to, but you shouldn’t have to be afraid about talking about it if you want to. Remember that your mental illness isn’t you but it’s not something you should be ashamed of and you don’t listen to people who think you should “just get over it”. Your feelings and your emotions are valid and don’t ever let anyone tell you differently.
this website has changed a lot since I was last on here. dang. okay. hi. I have no idea who anyone is anymore unless you haven’t changed your username in the past 1+ years. Okay i don’t even know how long it’s been since I was actually active on this and I’m too lazy to even try to check.