When did it suddenly become cool to hate everything? It's a growing problem, especially in the entertainment world, and no one benefits from an increasingly hard to please, pessimistic audience.

Artist's CommentsYeah i know its a tad late but i don't care. I wanted to draw something for Halloween, and i did start this late so i guess i can be excused. -hehe- I have been so incredibly stressed over school, handing in finished work, essays, portfolios and studying for the upcoming exams. Its been hell. I have had no time to myself. So its only a little something. Plus all this stress is really getting to my head and making me feel totally uninspired and boring. I need the holidays to explore new things. Mum keeps telling me i should push further and look into new things. I have to start to challenge myself more. DONT STEAL! Size- A4 Watercolour pencils , Watercolour Paint and Black Pen ------ My photography account:- [link] Stock Account:- [link] |
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November 2, 2007
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some people have issues , ... just be glad your not one of them
this art is definately a treat for my eyes
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Ninjachick-22
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look, stare and just walk away
Trick or treat?
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Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.
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These things make me what I am:
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.The Bird of Hermes is my name. Eating my wings to make me tame.
Brutal.And.Plastic
Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads my love.
trick
no wait a treat
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.The Bird of Hermes is my name. Eating my wings to make me tame.
Brutal.And.Plastic
Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads my love.
thank you hun ! Print is now up
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.The Bird of Hermes is my name. Eating my wings to make me tame.
Brutal.And.Plastic
Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads my love.
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.The Bird of Hermes is my name. Eating my wings to make me tame.
Brutal.And.Plastic
Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads my love.
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.The Bird of Hermes is my name. Eating my wings to make me tame.
Brutal.And.Plastic
Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads my love.
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