#introspective art

[disarm-and-conquer]

[francesca-parita]

from Dualism series - "Equilibrium"

A figure in contemplative solitude finds balance in its inner dualisms.

[kylekreepsmeout]

A Comic about my Dissatisfaction

[dvktheartist]

You read books, you read maps, but can you read expressions?

[jay-ezechiel]

[cccentipedes]

'Remembering How 2 Draw: On the purpose and comodification of making Art,' Zine now available with Sheer Spite Press!

[bogdansavchenko]

Лінійні замальовки завжди були для мене природними. Я відчуваю глибокий зв'язок з плинністю лінії, її мовою та простотою. Тому я вирішив перенести один з моїх лінійних ескізів у цифрову площину, додавши кольору та глибини. Це захоплююче, тому що ці якості є тим, над чим я все ще працюю в собі. Що стосується самої сцени? Я просто намалював те, що мені подобається - тихий момент під деревом, книгу в руках, занурений у заспокійливий процес читання. Сподіваюся, вона передає відчуття спокою та самозаглиблення. назва: «Шепіт сторінок»

Line sketches have always come naturally to me. I feel a deep connection to the fluidity of the line, its language, and its simplicity. So, I decided to bring one of my line sketches into the digital realm, adding both colour and depth. It’s fascinating because these qualities are still something I’m working on developing in myself. As for the scene itself? I simply drew what I enjoy — a quiet moment beneath a tree, a book in hand, immersed in the calming process of reading. I hope it conveys a sense of peace and introspection.

title «Whispering pages»

[peaceloveandapaperclip]

🕳️ the places we don’t speak of, but live in anyway

There’s a quiet part of you that already knows.

It’s the part that notices the space between heartbeats when no one else is listening. The part that stayed quiet for too long, until silence became the safest kind of prison. You didn’t choose that silence. But somehow, it chose you… again and again.

And maybe now—right now—you’re beginning to un-choose it.

imagine this:

There’s a girl—not you, but someone you’ve met in dreams. She walks into a forest seeking peace. But instead of trees, she finds mirrors. Each mirror reflects a version of her:

– The Caretaker who never asked for care. – The Achiever who feared she’d be forgotten. – The Good Girl who waited for permission she never needed.

She could run. She could break the mirrors. But instead, she leans in… and whispers: “I see you.”

And in that moment, every reflection softens—because integration doesn’t scream. It breathes.

a poem that wanted to be remembered:

i disappeared inside roles nurse, lover, protector, fixer a name for every need except my own i burned slow like candlelight in a room no one entered waiting for the sentence: “you can rest now.” but no one said it so i learned to say it to myself

Let your mind wander for a moment…

Because as your conscious thoughts drift, your unconscious mind is opening like soft soil. And in that soil, there’s a seed you planted long ago— The desire to live fully. To feel everything and still be safe. To give without vanishing.

And maybe you’re already remembering that you can.

Because you’re not asking for too much. You’re simply remembering how much you are.

a story (but maybe it’s not a story at all):

There was a woman who gave everything. Time. Sleep. Even her voice. She sat by someone she loved as they faded from this world. She held his hand the way she wished someone would hold hers.

And something shifted.

She realized she didn’t want to just be the one who stayed strong. She wanted to be seen. To be received. To be allowed to be held, not just hold.

And now, every part of her that had waited… finally exhaled.

Let that exhale happen now.

Because you don’t need to earn rest. You don’t need to apologize for feeling. And you don’t have to prove your worth through pain.

From this moment forward, the part of you that doubted… can gently begin to trust again. Because you already know:

The fire doesn’t burn out when it’s protected. It burns brighter.

And so do you.

[truenoxtremeae]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Wb1YEZPjsUY

Life as an RPG (February 18, 2025)

I always imagined us walking through life like an RPG. We're making different choices and trying to say the right things to please others and advance ourselves forward. Either way, we'll end up somewhere good or bad.

[kavaleyre]

• The Hanged Man •

“Compared to what Falin went through? This is nothing.”

[kindghostedheart]

Lost in the haze, where the heart beats softly and the ghosts whisper gently.🌑

[disarm-and-conquer]

[nasorreta]

Un amore moderno, un amore fatto di pieni e vuoti, picchi e burroni.

Un amore che redime il cemento ma solo effimeramente. Un amore che fatica nel tempo.

Avete mai esperito un amore neo liberale?

[poemwav]

– Rupi Kaur

[aerequets]

this post was the catalyst for this comic, and i was also thinking of a desi song lyric (tere dil ke sheher mein ghar mera ho gaya / in the city of your heart, my home is made) and just... hmmm.... leaving your mark.... making a house into a home..... when the marks a child inevitably leaves behind (messes, scribbles, and in this case stickers) eventually fade away as they grow older and you're left with the memories stored in what hasn't been erased....

im not verbalizing it very well but catch my drift?

[enenkaydoodles]

Uncertain feelings in uncertain times after 5 months of being unemployed with no end in sight