Hey, hi, ho there. My name is Brian, and I like to digitally paint for a hobby.|
This page serves as a sort of log of my progress I've made so far as a digital artist.
I've made it a point to keep my very first works in my gallery, not as a painful reminder to myself, but more to show people how far you can go if you put your mind to something. If you believe in yourself, you have the ability to do whatever you want to do.
I am completely self-taught, with no formal education.
And as always, no matter how good of an artist you think you are, there is always room for improvement. You should not be afraid to work hard to achieve the things you desire.
PRINTS AVAILABLE FOR SALE!!:
"I thought I just had a cold.
I shut out the world; locked myself in and tossed the key. I didn't need other people. They only mess things up in my life. Nobody talks to me, except myself now. The days pass as if there's nothing to them. Since retreating, I've felt life become a lot lighter.
Except the coughing. When the coughing started, I brushed it off as inhaling incorrectly or some newfangled allergen in the air, maybe even the start of a cold. As the days continued, so did the ever-increasing cough. *cough*...*cough*...*cough*... After some time, I start seeing a thing in the corner of my eye as well... But when I turn to look, there's nothing. I calmly denounced it as the lack of sleep from coughing and nothing more than my sanity slipping. My dedication to solitude was far more important to me than a shred of sanity.
Days pass, the coughing has become as routine as breath itself, as the corner-eye-ghost, as missing her; but now.. Now *he* is here too. At first, I wasn't sure if sanity had a new elaborate trick to play on me, but I've realized that it's not my sanity but something real. It chills me to my core when he appears.
The first time, it was truly terrifying. It was only for a matter of seconds, but felt like hours. He was there. In the mirror.. I would have dismissed it as nothing, if I hadn't *felt* the breath he gave. The slight frost over the mirror. The piercing gaze. But it *was* real.. Until I pulled away and turned to find he was not there.
Now, now he is there every time I look in the mirror. Life no longer has a light feeling to it, instead it's very dense and bears a lot of weight on my heart. I'm not sure who he is.. But he must be waiting for something. Today, I look in the mirror.. He's closer than normal.. The mirror is frosted from his presence. Is this death? Is my lost sanity allowing him to be visible to me? For as long as it's been, I wish she was here with me. I'm terrified and I don't know what to do.. I can't move.. I want to cough.. Why can't I cough? It itches so bad... My throat isn't reacting.. My breath is slowing down tremendously...Please...Breathe..."
Fall always gives me this melancholy sort of feeling. I've had some pretty awesome memories during the fall, but then I also have some really not so great ones. I sometimes get caught into this nostalgic sense of longing for the past.
Maybe I would change things if I could, or maybe I would just relive them and not change a thing. I don't know. Fall always does this to me.
Anyways, here's an inktober piece re-worked in photoshop with some digital love.
I also made a neat design out of this over here:
It looks neat on a shirt I thought.