#introspectiveart

[audreyaember]

Forest Portals

𝑶𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒂𝒔

𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝑫𝒐𝒚𝒍𝒆

𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 : 𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒚.𝒂𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓

𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒚𝒅𝒐𝒚𝒍𝒆.𝒄𝒐𝒎

[arthuntblog]

‘Christ Carrying the Cross‘, c. 1510–1535. Hieronymus Bosch (c. 1450-1516). Oil on panel (76.7 х 83.5 cm). Museum of Fine Arts, Ghent

[dvktheartist]

Portraits Beyond Form #4

[harukablackpenartist]

Virtual Insanity — Drawing Myself into a Virtual Space

Inspired by Jamiroquai’s iconic MV Virtual Insanity,

I created a drawing that captures my past, my present,

and the quiet instability that lives inside me.

The figure standing at the end of the hallway is my current self.

The cats clinging to the walls represent versions of me

from the time when I used to draw myself as a cat.

The black bug in the original MV has been replaced

with my original character—the Unstable Shooting Star.

It can’t fly straight, but it keeps smiling.

That character is a reflection of my mind.

Every figure in this scene is me.

I call my line style a “squiggly line.”

It’s not shaky by accident—it’s intentional.

That subtle wavering holds my instability,

my softness, and the flexibility of my thoughts.

People often say I seem like someone

who can accept anything without resistance—

perhaps that’s the nature of these lines.

This is not a parody.

It’s not a copy.

It’s my mental structure, drawn as it is—

in one take, with a single black pen.

If this drawing resonates with you,

even just a little, that would mean everything to me.

[kurisawaan]

“Emotions in Fragments”

“Emotions in Fragments” is an evocative collage that captures the raw and unfiltered essence of emotion. The piece combines surreal elements with fragmented imagery, showcasing a whirlwind of thoughts, feelings, and sensations. The distorted hand reaching out, the broken eye, and the submerged body create a scene that feels like a deep dive into a person’s psyche. The green streaks and swirling blue lines symbolize the turbulence of inner chaos, while the subtle photographic elements suggest vulnerability and introspection. This artwork isn’t just a visual; it’s an experience of feeling overwhelmed, of being lost in an emotional storm, yet yearning for clarity and connection. The composition conveys a sense of displacement, as if floating between two realms—reality and subconscious—evoking a sense of emotional disconnect, yet the vibrant colors pull you back to an almost cathartic state of expression.

[gnevritual]

🖤 "What No One Sees"

No one sees what happens inside me when I create. No one feels what it’s like — to create not because I want to, but because I have to.

When I’m not drawing, not painting — I start to feel pain. A kind of internal pressure that builds and builds until I feel like I’ll burst. When I’m around people and I can’t create, I become restless, irritated. It feels like every part of me is trying to escape just to go back to where I belong — in front of a canvas, or a sketchbook.

When I do finally sit down to create, I get pulled in like a magnet. I give. I pour everything out. And then — emptiness.

An aching, hollow emptiness that’s hard to explain. It feels like something has been taken from me — more than I was ready to give. But then, again, I’m drawn back in. I have to create again. Again, I pull more out of myself. And somehow, each time, the piece becomes more complex, more emotional, more detailed. I give even more.

And when I finish… I often hate the piece. Not because it’s bad — but because it holds a version of me I’ve already outgrown. A version that became toxic. And now it lives on the paper, not in me.

No one sees that. No one can truly feel it. You can’t explain this to someone — you have to live it. And sometimes, creating is pain. But it’s pain that transforms.

Pain is where growth happens. And when I feel like I can’t take it anymore — that’s when I paint harder, deeper, and more honestly. Because maybe, just maybe… one day, my art will give back more than it takes.

[femmeframeart]

Thoughtful Woman by a Filling Bathtub

Capture the serene introspection of a woman by a filling bathtub, her elbow resting on the rim as she gazes thoughtfully. Perfect for spaces celebrating feminist art, quiet moments, and deep personal reflection.

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[elysianwing]

Fireworks

Explosions of light. Fireworks, blanketing the sky. Cascading colors in pleasant design, descending in patterns similar to the willow's leaves. Flooding my perception... I dare not look directly, its beauty far too strong, I fear I'll go blind. I'm too far away to properly appreciate such visual perfection... not close enough to you to even try and understand. I reach out, but try as I might you only seem to fall further away. Explosions of self... now the light is darkness. Pure crimson, with a backdrop of black. Born inside,  from a feeling of displeasure, it illuminates my very being. How can I look away when the dark is coming from within? This is not beautiful... just another failed attempt.

Posted 6/30/2003 at 9:29 PM by Alexander Learmont https://www.patreon.com/Elysianwing

[mojartoart]

The portrait captures a solitary female figure, her expression poised between quiet confidence and introspection. With delicate brushwork and nuanced shading, Aparna Banerjee reveals the layered emotions of self-reflection. The soft tones and minimalist background draw the viewer inward, emphasizing the subject’s internal dialogue. This contemplative piece evokes themes of identity, solitude, and self-awareness, inviting a deeper connection with the viewer. For more info visit here: https://www.mojarto.com/artworks/painting/aparna-banerjee/i-me-n-myself/MA341682

[tarnishedtestament]

The Ones Who Try to Save Everyone (and Get Left Behind)

I was raised to be strong. Not the poetic kind. Not the “it’s okay to cry” kind. The real kind. The heavy kind. The kind that carries silence like armor. You protect the family. You make the peace. You fix what breaks. You suffer quietly. You endure.

Because you were either chosen—or just the last one standing— to save whatever was left.

So I did. And I became good at it. So good that people forgot to ask if I was okay. So good that I forgot to ask if I was okay.

And then she came. And for the first time, someone saw through the armor. She said I deserved better. She said she would fight for me—even if it made her the villain in the eyes of others. She saw what my family did to me. The quiet manipulations. The unspoken burdens. The expectations that turned into shackles. And she didn’t flinch.

She said, “No one’s fighting for you, so I will.” But she also said, “I can’t keep fighting both you and them. Because there will be nothing left of me.”

And now… She’s gone to heal. And I’m left here with an open chest and no one to hold the thread.

She told me, “Reach out to your sister. Your cousin. They’ll be there.” But it’s not the same. Not when she was the one who always made me feel like home.

And yeah, I’m bitter. Not because I hate her. Not even close. I’m bitter because the second I finally chose to be seen, she couldn’t stay to see it.

I get it. I really do. But it still hurts. And that’s what no one tells you: Healing hurts like hell, even when it’s righteous.

And I know now—this bitterness, this ache—it’s not weakness. It’s not failure. It’s the middle part of the healing. It’s me climbing without a rope.

But I’ll keep climbing. Because I wasn’t wrong to open up. Because the mercy her family gave me? The way they looked at me with kindness, even when I had nothing to offer but my broken pieces— I carry that now. I will thank them when I can. And I’ll live in a way that makes their mercy mean something.

And if no one ever told you this before—

You, who were raised to hold everyone else together, You who kept your hurt folded beneath duty, You who loved loud and suffered quiet—

You deserve better, too. Not just from them. But from you.

So I’ll say this again:

There’s no one left to hold the rope. But I’m still climbing.

[audreyaember]

ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴs ᴏғ ᴛʀʏᴏɴ

𝑨𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝑫𝒐𝒚𝒍𝒆

𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 : 𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒚.𝒂𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓

𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒚𝒅𝒐𝒚𝒍𝒆.𝒄𝒐𝒎

[7delus]

Divided Growth

A single plant is split into two distinct halves—its vibrant top half suspended in isolation above a sheet of blank paper, while its rooted bottom half remains grounded in its flower pot below.

[dvktheartist]

Portraits Beyond Form #1

Where identity pulses, not in features, but in feeling.

I aspire to craft artworks that beckon viewers to return time and again. How? With insane amounts of detail, just try and zoom in.

[itsanniemays]

and we both know all the truth i could tell

[jjfbbennett]

Title: Navigating Memory and Modern Life

Description: JFBbennett’s YouTube series explores complex themes of urban isolation, technology’s impact on human emotion, the ephemeral nature of memory, personal growth, and the transient essence of life. Through a unique blend of stark visual storytelling, abstract imagery, and emotive soundtracks, these videos invite viewers to delve deep into introspection and mindfulness. Each video offers a complex commentary on modern life, capturing the viewer’s imagination and prompting reflection on their own experiences.

Key Words Urban Isolation, Visual Storytelling, Technology and Emotion, Memory, Ephemerality, Personal Growth, Mindfulness, Digital Life, Solitude, Modern Life, JJFBbennett

[chylax]

And there it was so introspective.