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Overgrown v.01

I wasn’t sure I could implement the whole idea today, so… I decided to prepare the elements of the work. For example, nails.

I wanted something bright. To highlight it in one color. And what could be better than red? In addition, I remembered that I also have a transparent glitter nail polish. It slightly diversifies the drawing, giving it some… shabby?..

I think I’ll do the full work tomorrow. This work will not be emotionally connected with any events. Rather, it will be a work of gratitude. There are two people here who I single out among the others. Who are my muses, because I am very inspired by their works. This is of course @Ingenious-Kat and @raz0rbladecandy .

They both have very inspiring work, and if you’re not familiar with it yet – I highly recommend you do.

I love you my dears and thank you for your support! <3

Sa is a bad girl?..

I once met a fetishist. What about me? I support the person – I play along with his fetish. In general, I don’t mind being “dirty” today. Because sometimes you need to be like that. Especially since it’s quite innocent.

..and my nails are demonically wonderful…it seems I’m becoming my own fetishist)))

Retro (Contra)

I would like to write briefly “who knows, that knows”, but maybe I’ll explain.

In my childhood there was a console, mostly known as Nes. It has game “Contra”. If you enter “up up, down down, back forward, back forward, B A, Start” on the title screen, you will get thirty lives in the game. This is also known as the “Konami code”.

I’ve been carrying this project in my head for several days, but I still haven’t found the time (or the opportunity, because of the shelling) to paint my nails. What’s more interesting – yesterday there was a heavy shelling that destroyed the local police station. So… apparently this work has found another, deeper meaning – right now, we all need those same “extra thirty lives”. It doesn’t matter, saved or not lost.

Recently, a person told me that he wants to think less about the war. To have less “war” in his life. In fact, that’s where our paths diverged. Because I don’t want to be silent about what surrounds me. I want to bring my own meanings to it, but if there is no war for her – ok. Because I live in it. So, in fact, there is no me for her.