Okay guys I think I’m going to do a 365 days of doodles project. I’ll probably upload them once a week in photosets, and then some individually if I like them enough. (There’s actually a very high chance that I’ll be quitting this project shortly, due to extreme laziness, but it’s still worth a shot.)
sorry if i'm bothering you, but how do you get the white specks on the santa painting? by the way, I think you're a fantastic artist, and you appear to be a fantastic person in general.
Aw, thankyou! As far as the white dots, I honestly just use white-out. What I do is I just take my white-out pen and put a big drop of it on a piece of tracing paper or some type of paper that it won’t dry on immediately, and then I dip a toothpick in it and paint the dots c: I also have a metallic silver pen that I use, and it looks really nice on the original piece, but it doesn’t show up as well when it’s scanned. I hope that helped, if you’d like me to post pictures of what I use or anything, just let me know!
Oli, just letting you know I think you are incredible and talented. I sure hope your day starts looking up. You're absolutely gorgeous and someday soon the world will realize that you have so much to offer. With love, Anna. <3
Oh Anna, I love you ♥ This made me feel better, thankyou so much c:
What brand of art pens do you use for your paintings?
I use Micron pens by Sakura. You can find them at Michaels, at the one I go to, they’re with the scrapbook stuff and not the markers for some reason, so check there. I definitely reccomend them, they’re wonderful, they hold up pretty well, and they look like this :
I don’t even know what I want from you now. Everything seems harder when you’re around. Until you leave, and I realize how easy it was when I had you. It’s just too hard, either way. I hate this, I hate everything. I’m putting no effort into my work anymore. I’ve stopped trying in school. I’ve stopped trying at home. And the worst part is that I know that I’m hurting so many people, people that I love. And I haven’t done anything about that, either. I don’t know what to do. Sometimes, I spend too long thinking about whatever we are now, and what we were, and what we should have been. And sometimes, I lay awake and stare at the ceiling because I can’t sleep. And sometimes, I can hear your voice saying words you never said, words that I always wanted to hear. And I forget to breathe. I just don’t know anymore. I feel like I’m being held underwater, all the time.
I am surrounded by so many beautiful people that I can’t be and that I can’t have. So many perfect, beautiful people, with everything in the world handed to them. And sometimes it just makes me so horribly aware that I seem to be nothing, absolutely nothing at all.
And sometimes I think that if I disappeared like I so desperately want to, it’s likely that nobody would notice.