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Little Red Riding Hood

Acrylic on canvas

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Literally can't wait for season 2 but at the same time I wanna watch it when I'm not burned out so I can Feel Emotions

Anyways, this was me practicing my watercolor skills

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A little W.I.P

I've been drawing this thing for years actually. Never finishing 🤐 but this drawing means a lot to me.

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Some digital abstracts for homework

I like abstract art because you can get lost in it, like a window to another incomprehensible world

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Cities at night, and the sublime feeling of being surrounded by them.

A piece of work for school, in my simple - and most criticized - style. The yellow and purple ended up too light.

I played with perspective on this one, thinking of alternatives to linear perspective rules.

Oil on paper, some 50 x 50 cm.

I've been thinking of posting here on tumblr more often. The blog format, and the culture of this website...something about that. We'll see

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Mr. Moon says it's a beautiful evening.

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Who's hyped for season 2?

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Doodling ^-^

Og art by Miguelanxo Prado

I love how Morpheus looks older in the comics, love the bags under his eyes and the gray streaks of hair, fits him so well 🖤

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WIP

Reference board for a drawing ✨️✨️

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Ineffable Infinity - Good Omens oneshot

Aziraphale was done.

Done with the Metatron, done with archangels. The Apocalypse, Armageddon, the Second Coming, the struggle, the abyss between him and Crowley, the hellfire burning right in front of him. Inexistence. The end. He didn't want to think about it. wanted it all to stop.

And in that moment, right about to be burned for his final act of treason, he realized that he did not need to want. He could stop. If not the hellfire, or time itself, then his time. He could stop. With a simple miracle. Who would notice? And he did.

He closed his eyes. The fire disappeared. Everything stopped.

He was in a dark and timeless space, behind his eyes, within. But he was not alone. He wished there to be light.

-Welcome, Aziraphale. -Said the familiar voice, in perfect synchrony with the light's arrival. It was good. -My clever, clever angel. You found me.

-...God?

-The one and all.

-I'm...gonna die now, won't I? The hellfire... or... am I dead already?!

-You are, -Said the Lord, - and you are not. Both at the same time. You are out of time, and out of space. Only here, and now, can one meet me.

-Was... this in your plan?

-Well, yes, of course.

-All of it? The Second Coming? And me thwarting it? Armageddon too?

-All of it.

-Why?

For a moment, there was silence.

-If only I could make you understand...but if you could, you would become...

Aziraphale felt, for a moment, that he might have had this conversation before. It lasted a single instant, and God's voice returned.

-No matter. You can't really understand.

-Inneffable. -Sighed Aziraphale. -I know.

-Inneffable...-God hesitated. -Perhaps... But I will give you another word.

-Another... word?

-Endless.

-Endless?

-Yes. Completely endless, Aziraphale. The possibilities are, have always been, endless. I can see it right now. As I talk to you.

-And... what do you see?

The angel was becoming less and less afraid of asking questions to the voice he once feared. Here, now, he understood why mortals called The Lord "father", or "mother. It was familiar. Giant, but welcoming. He knew it. Not entirely, but a tiny, infinitely tiny bit of it, he knew. His mind conjured the image of a drop of water, in conversation with the ocean. It was enough for him not to fear.

-I see -Responded God,- your first breath. I see you gain consciousness, in darkness, no Earth, no light, before everything. Do you remember it?

-Yes. - Said Aziraphale. The feeling was welcoming, all over him. He did remember his birth.

-And I see the end of the world. -Said God. - I see it end with Adam, as the nuclear bombs explode and the war between heaven and hell begins.

Aziraphale, puzzled, looked up. As if God was up. Was God up? Could She be down? Or around him? Or everywhere? He never questioned it before.

-Fantastic. You begin to grasp it! -Said God. -Though you never will finish to grasp it, of course. But you are right. I am everywhere. And everywhen.

Indeed, you cannot see that ending to the world. You and Crowley, and Adam himself, and many others chose to miss it when you averted the apocalipse. But there is another universe, many other universes in which you did not avert it, and I can see them right now.

Do you understand? Just as I see you and Crowley arise from divine matter, in what you call the past; I see you and Crowley dissappear forever, him in holy water and you in hellfire, in a moment you call "never". Because you both avoided it as well. But I can see the world where you didn't.

And I see your eyes shine in a fiery red as you join Crowley, both falling from heaven as one. And I can see Crowley's white wings soar in heaven, a heaven that he rules, with you. Oh, I see you and Crowley living a human life. Falling in human love. Dying a human death.

You don't understand it, do you? I see pain. I see joy. I see grief. I see love. I see death and birth. I see the future, the past, the present, and the multiple versions of "never". And it's all in front of me, really, at this very moment. I suppose I could look at it through every existing eye, feel it with every existing soul, all at once, in this moment.

But even for me, Aziraphale, that would be too much.

That is why I choose to focus. Here. With you. Right now. Both of us, blissfully unaware of infinity.

None of this multiverse, this endless infinity, is a plan, Aziraphale. It is my existence. I simply am. The creator, the creature. The observer, the observed. Above, below. As I opened my eyes so did the cosmos. As I once gained consciousness, so it all began.

Do you understand now? Even a fraction of it?

-I'm trying. -He smiled.

-Yes. And you are doing perfectly well.

Then you may begin to comprehend, Aziraphale. I could promise you, that you will leave this conversation and fall not towards death, but into Crowley's arms. I can see it happen, in endless moments, endless universes. But the worlds in which you die will always exist.

Understand it. For every world in which you live, there is one in which you die. For every world ended, there is a world being born. For every moment of love, there is another moment of grief. For every smile in your face, there is another face covered in tears. And it's all in front of me. I see it all, I am it all, always. So it's my turn to ask you: why? Why would I interfere with any of it?

-But why must there be tears at all?

-How could you love someone you've never longed for?

Aziraphale was quiet.

-The choice is yours, Aziraphale. You are perfect as you are, as you have always been, to make that choice. What do you long for? Which world will you travel to? Which ending will you see?

If you want Crowley, my dear, run to him. Do not ask me for permission. Your possibilities are endless, and I am merely all of them. I have no single plan. But you do. You have chosen your path, now follow it.

Aziraphale's angelic head spun in attempt to understand. But he could not. Yet, he knew, felt what he needed to do.

For once in his life, he would follow his plan.

And as with that thought, he felt his entire body burn.

He knew he had crossed the hellfire. He was now lying on the cold ground, beyond the pyre. He felt a pair of arms embracing him. He felt tears, heard sobs. When he opened his eyes, he saw Crowley.

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The Vampire Armand

Oil on paper

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"Mr. Moon is thinking..."

3 types of tempera on wood

My oc Mr. Moon is back!

Played a bit with abstractionism. Would like to remake this work in a more comfortable medium some day.

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How to confuse non-artists:

My art this year // also my art this year

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"Why am I not home yet...?"