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A simple, strange thing from the time I opened the watercolour and experimented with it a lot. There's no specific idea - just a strange mood. Though I wish sometimes I could walk into the forest, scream, cry, beat and hug trees, alone and unseen, unheard by anyone.A simple, strange thing from the time I opened the watercolour and experimented with it a lot. There's no specific idea - just a strange mood. Though I wish sometimes I could walk into the forest, scream, cry, beat and hug trees, alone and unseen, unheard by anyone.0 Comments 0 Shares 14 Views
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Here Vayn appears in all his glory, as an inky angel of a restless night. (He likes some dramatic & special effects).
It was a kind of illustration for a story I wrote in 2018. I can't even believe it's so old. The story was about me and him, and in the beginning Vayn came to me out of the darkness.Here Vayn appears in all his glory, as an inky angel of a restless night. (He likes some dramatic & special effects). It was a kind of illustration for a story I wrote in 2018. I can't even believe it's so old. The story was about me and him, and in the beginning Vayn came to me out of the darkness.0 Comments 0 Shares 6 Views -
They are still there, looking.
In 2015 and 2016 I drew a lot of things based only on an idea and feeling. My skill was really bad, I was very ashamed of this fact. But I still really wanted draw and share my art - so I drew a lot of things like this one.They are still there, looking. In 2015 and 2016 I drew a lot of things based only on an idea and feeling. My skill was really bad, I was very ashamed of this fact. But I still really wanted draw and share my art - so I drew a lot of things like this one.0 Comments 0 Shares 7 Views -
It doesn't matter what is around you and how it sounds - your heart always will give its own answer and have its own sound.
An old drawing - this one is from 2017, and Ayron Vayn is my old nickname which life was pretty short.
It doesn't matter what is around you and how it sounds - your heart always will give its own answer and have its own sound. An old drawing - this one is from 2017, and Ayron Vayn is my old nickname which life was pretty short.0 Comments 0 Shares 7 Views -
I'm trying to give this site a piece of life!
A red bird. I drew one randomly some years ago, and draw them sometimes. They are whole red and seem to be inspired by scarlet ibis, herons and some egyptian art maybe.I'm trying to give this site a piece of life! A red bird. I drew one randomly some years ago, and draw them sometimes. They are whole red and seem to be inspired by scarlet ibis, herons and some egyptian art maybe.0 Comments 0 Shares 7 Views -
A flower from one far dark world, deserted and rocky; its bloody earth is often covered by these strange thorny plants - and they bloom like roses, bloody-red and bleeding with ink.A flower from one far dark world, deserted and rocky; its bloody earth is often covered by these strange thorny plants - and they bloom like roses, bloody-red and bleeding with ink.0 Comments 0 Shares 8 Views
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When everybody sleeps, I'm awake, and when every eye is open, I'm sleeping.
_«Day and Night. Two worlds, two states of mind, two times, two lives, opposite to each other; triumph of perception versus oblivion and insensitivity of feeling, extinction and burning. Each state is finite, and the end on the one brings the beginning of the other, while the cycle itself doesn't end - but it also happens that both of them exist simultaneously with each other.
Everyone sleeps at night, so the right one remains invisible, - the day is for wakefulness and open eyes, that sees the shell, but not the world and not the essence. To be honest, the shell means little to me: I don’t see anything anyway, but I have good hearing and feel music, thickness and taste of color»._
When everybody sleeps, I'm awake, and when every eye is open, I'm sleeping. _«Day and Night. Two worlds, two states of mind, two times, two lives, opposite to each other; triumph of perception versus oblivion and insensitivity of feeling, extinction and burning. Each state is finite, and the end on the one brings the beginning of the other, while the cycle itself doesn't end - but it also happens that both of them exist simultaneously with each other. Everyone sleeps at night, so the right one remains invisible, - the day is for wakefulness and open eyes, that sees the shell, but not the world and not the essence. To be honest, the shell means little to me: I don’t see anything anyway, but I have good hearing and feel music, thickness and taste of color»._0 Comments 0 Shares 8 Views
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