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Finally I've started again to scribble !! I hadn't realized how much I missed drawing...
Also I'll study anatomy more seriously and avoid (some) useless frustration over basic things. My gallery might then be filled up with lots of more or less muscled males for a moment -_-... x3
Also I'll study anatomy more seriously and avoid (some) useless frustration over basic things. My gallery might then be filled up with lots of more or less muscled males for a moment -_-... x3
Someday I shall draw again !!
En tete...
...Dried flowers. An old but proper room in a simple chalet. A fire in the hearth. Outside, the morning mist veiling the sun while it's rising. Dew. The fresh air coming in through the windows while water is boiling on the fire. Wet spider's webs. Sun diamonds. An old oak.The insects flying above the blond hairy grass. A hare passing. A sparrow chirping. Gold of the morning.
:sun:
...yeah, don't like being in a city for too long >.
Couleurs en vacances
I have a little ""artistic"" crisis these last weeks... I can't do anything :( I just watch all the wonderful things people make on Deviant, amazed, transported by their colours, their talent and the feeling they provide, and I think "God, I shall never approach that -_- I'll do my first good drawing when I'm 80 !! :faint:" => .... the pain of the amateur artist who never had the chance to have SERIOUS lessons, but who carry a hundred ideas/visions/light effect/landscapes/characters in her mind :ohnoes: ...
... seriously, that's kind of a big frustration : you have a thousand things to say, but no langage to tell them, only some rumbling whi
L'ete approche...
:bulletorange: Teal'c: "Appearances may be deceiving."
O'Neill: "One man's ceiling is another man's floor."
Daniel: "A fool's paradise is a wise man's hell."
O'Neill: "Never run with...scissors?"
:stupidme:
:bulletyellow: "J'ai embrassé l'aube d'été.
Rien ne bougeait encore au front des palais. L'eau était morte. Les camps d'ombres ne quittaient pas la route du bois. J'ai marché, réveillant les haleines vives et tièdes, et les pierreries regardèrent, et les ailes se levèrent sans bruit.
La première entreprise fut, dans le sentier déjà empli de frais et blêmes éclats,
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