My Art Start

I started drawing when I was in the 8th grade. Of course it was all anime-style. I remember reading the tutorial at polykarbon while watching Escaflowne on Fox Kids. For the next few years, I drew as much as possible. Most of them have been lost time unfortunately. And equally as unfortunate, I kinda stopped drawing as much after I left high school. I tried to pick it back up years later, but that spark never lasted long. I would even buy art supplies cuz I thought I'd really get back into it like when I was kid.

Then in the latter half of last years (2025), I was feeling creative and decided to have another go at it. I went to the art store and bought art supplies and started drawing.

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Free from Yesterday, Freedom from Tomorrow

The sky reached down and touched his skin. He laid on the prickly grass, feeling the heat of the sun and the cool breeze of the wind. The azure sky stared at him. It was an aching sensation, chained down by what once was.

Sand scratched in between his toes. Uncomfortable, but it was a gentle reminder that the sea was close. He looked at the expansive ocean. It stretched on forever into the future.

The vacuum kissed his cheek. The harsh mistress was a violent lover and she dared not to let him go. Starlit fingers wrapped around his neck, ready for the final embrace. All he could do is look back at the blue world, remembering.

The sky reached down and touched his skin. It was an aching sensation, chained down by what once was.

Mundanity

A day like this is not one to remember. Nothing inherently special in it. I woke up, ate breakfast, fucked around all day, and then went to sleep. How many days do you remember? Do you think back to that random Thursday half a year ago where you did the same thing you did the day before and the day after? Can you go back a year? A decade? It makes you realize that our past is as ephemeral as a passing fancy. Yet, it's still as solid as the ground we walk upon. I believe people think that the momentary flashes of excitement, the splashes of color in our otherwise gray lives, is what makes us who we are. But our lives aren't just exaggerated peaks and troughs. They are the flatter lines. The average. The mundane.

Anyway, everything is bullshit

Grab it by Your Hands

"Grab it by Your Hands" is something Holland, the leader of Gekkostate in the wonderful anime Eureka Seven says all of the time. At the time, I always thought it came from that whole "pull yourself up by your bootstraps" cannard liberals and conservatives bandy out at the dorp of a hat when the working class asks for something like a living wage or single payer healthcare. To be honest, I still think it's evoking the whole bootstrap thing.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT

I'm choosing to look at the phrase differently now. With the deluge of AI shit and the AI evangelists, I decided to do some things myself. Within the past six months, I've gotten a NAS to put the movies and tv shows I've accumnulated over my life onto. Soon I'll be putting music on there as well so I can stream that from anywhere and move away from Apple Music. I've started drawing again, too. I was doing stuff on a physicaly sketchpad, but because it was cumbersome carrying everything I needed everywhere, I decided to go digital. I should upload some of my art here.

I've also switched to Linux. Well, I'm actually dual booting, which fits my needs better although I don't boot up Windows as much anymore. And I started up this site which I am definitely going to update sproradically. I prefer something like this much more than Tumblr or Twitter (no one should call it X)

I'm grabbing it by my hands.