Great portrait. Great job.
Great portrait. Great job.
Really nice work here
Now this is some really nice work here, the shades are really good, and you gave some good shades and "LIFE-LIKE" look here so really nice job here and I was really impressed with this, and it tells a "STORY" really nice work here. hope to see more work of yours soon.
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I like this as it is doesnt need any changes.
I know what this picture is supposed to convey, and who it's supposed to portray, yet no matter how hard I try, it makes me think of my own life. It makes me think of my mornings everyday, and the fake skin I put on. The people I try to be like. The person I want people to see me as. I'm not fitting to a conscious acceptable to society. I'm wrapping myself in the life I wish I could live. I'm wishing I could live a normal life, with a normal family, and that if I keep on acting like that is what it is, that one day it'll be so. Every day, I put on a fake smile, and throw jokes around and laugh like nothing's wrong. I fit into someone else's skin, just because I desire the life that the skin represents. I desire it to an extant that the sane mind can't even fathom. I can't show anybody who I really am, or show anybody the demons caged within my private hell. I can't show anybody, because once I do that somebody becomes a nobody to me, as they fall out of my life. Back to their Perfect. Little. Life. So I do it to keep that portion of a normal life I have. That wretched piece of humanity that I hold on to so dearly. The fragment of a life never to be mine. The one thing that makes me put myself through demented routines meant to torture a normal soul to insanity to keep. I hold on to it. Because it is hope. It is faith. It is the one thing that separates me from the brink of a place beyond insanity. Beyond a living hell on earth. It is what keeps me alive. I proudly wear a uniform unfamiliar, and fly a flag foreign to keep this. This order in the chaos. This panacea for my problems. This light flickering in the darkness.
This. Is what makes me human.
This is just..
This is pure art.
I really wouldn't consider this to be something in the "Mature" section. It's pretty disturbing but doesn't show any blood or private parts or anything like that. I guess I have probably just seen a lot of other really disturbing stuff I do not notice it that much. This was, however, a great art piece because of how lush the colors work. I have never heard of Witold Gombrowicz before and thought he might have been a fictional character. I have looked up and found out that he was in fact a real person.
It is a pity I know little about his work or else I might be able to understand this better. This seems just like something you would find in a random Google image search for "fear" or "scary image". This actually makes sense. I imagine it was supposed to be a metaphor for growing up as you took on new skin. Whatever it was, it is dang creepy.
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