Art Post: "The Little Town of Death's Minions"

I actually don't know what I'm doing until I unconsciously finish it. Hahahaha. Inspired by Tim Burton :3

Here we go to work again,
Another body has been found!
Death is busy collecting men,
While we ensure they're safe and sound!

Please ask for permission if ever you wanna use this! :3

My Emilie Autumn Doodles when I get bored in class

When I start nodding in class, thoughts of cupcakes, theatrical spectacles, rats, and violins resurrect me.
I apologize for the crappy drawings, then again, I was drowsy =v= zzzzzzzzz

Painting Post: "You Threw Us Away"

After watching Toy Story 3 years ago, this is what I came up with.

There never has been anything ugly.
One just never appreciated their beauty.

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Painting Post: "Tea Time"

Hey, here's another pastel painting of mine that I did last summer :3 I had too much of Emilie Autumn those days xD Sorry for the ugly pastel job, though.

Bloody tea, bloody jam;
Gooey cake, I'll be damned!
Eyeballs roll, gosh I'll drool;
Eating fingers, just like a ghoul!

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Art Post: "Lil Miss Muffet"

I once had a teacher who had little knowledge in true art and music. Bookish and seemingly uninterested, he read then spoke about the lessons the whole period; oftentimes his interpretations to his readings were undoubtedly wrong, and I couldn't help but shake my head as I heard each of his uttered sentences. I kept my arguments for him to myself since I once tried to correct him as politely as I could, but unfortunately I was shunned. However I do look up to him in his knowledge and unquestionable skill in dance, his intense patience, and his beautifully easy exams.

He gave us this homework. We were told to make up a product of our own and draw or design an advertisement for it. I thought long and hard. And this was what I came up with.

I was the only one who made the project from Adobe Photoshop, complete with a poem for a description, and a Gothic mini hat when I advertised it in front of class. Sadly, I was still unrecognized and unappreciated way back then, ignored, laughed at, mocked.

Woe to all the vacuous knuckleheads of my time. I pity you.

Painting Post: "The Red Queen's Castle"

The previous painting post "My Very Own Wonderland" was painted after I watched Tim Burton's Alice. Well, this one too. Haha. I watched the movie again last summer, and I started to notice that whenever I watch the movie, my mind tends to puke colorful matter out of my hands. Not only Alice in Wonderland though, movies like Frankenweenie, Big Fish, Dark Shadows, Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, and many others would suddenly raise up my creativity levels after I turn off the TV and head to bed. Is it just me, or is there really something that His Highness Tim Burton adds in each of his movies? ♥

"The Red Queen's Castle"
O how will you find your way?

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PS: Ignore the punched holes at the left edge of the paper. Hahaha, I just took out a scratch paper by instinct and started painting xD

Painting Post: "My Very Own Wonderland"

Hiya, since I haven't got any idea what to post here as of now, I'm gonna post some of my paintings and poems again. :3

I painted this after watching Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland for the nth time since. I was a bit disturbed and depressed again that time, so I decided to escape into a wonderful world in my own fantasies, to be lost in an eternal dream, and stay there 'til God knows when.

"My Very Own Wonderland"
I dwell in my very own wonderland,
where under the sky painted with blood,
beside the thornless rose bushes
-- painted red from the color of the sky,
however the blood had long dried --
far from the glowing mushrooms of poison,
I sip my arsenic-flavored tea,
and reserve grandly for later 
a flan I fished from the sea.

Please ask for permission if you wanna use this though! :3

Painting Post: "The Mystery Above The Lovely Hill"

I have a professional visual artist for an aunt. She paints or sketches on huge canvas usually displayed -- though the work was still unfinished -- in their living room or upstairs.

Her paintings can already be seen on postcards, galleries, or just framed on the walls of their house. She wasn't an inspiration, nohow, for I already started painting abstractly and sketching cartoons since I was three, and went on through the years. Nevertheless, she offered me lessons one summer, and I stayed with her for half a day in each session. I admit, I did not learn much, but yes, I improved, and I began to study her unfinished paintings when she was not around. She usually posts photographs on a corner of the canvas for references for her work, then she would just mix up all the bits she desires from each posted photograph to her very own masterpiece. Her works were mostly realistic, and each hid a meaning underneath.

I do not dream of becoming who she is right now though, I just wish I can be as good as her. Thus, aside from poems made by yours truly, I always have planned to post some of my artworks: be they paintings, sketches, doodles, portraits, or crafts. ^w^

However, don't expect much, as I am still a budding wannabe artist as of the moment, and I haven't really made time for visual arts because of school, literature, fashion, and music, although it was the first ability I had discovered in my whole life. ♥

Now, I did this with pastels of different brands, and I had too much of Edgar Allan Poe and Mary Shelley during the time I did this. :D It's not so breathtaking, but I say it's worth the try. :3

"The Mystery Above The Lovely Hill"

The hill was dotted with everything beyond everybody's definition of beauty: tulips bob their pink heads as the beautiful spring breeze walk them by, and the wide array of crocuses dance along to the silent song of a large, enchanting butterfly. Families of purple, blue, and indigo help in the impression of a viewer with glee. The flowers grow in line with their kind: a picturesque beauty offered by the hill with pride. However, behind their smiles and magical qualities, lie terror and fear for a distraction that had lived long before they even bore their petals: something sinister, very disturbing; and for some particular reasons, the whole gray structure remained unperturbed.