i’m working on smt else atm but today they were fucking serious about trying to sell me a chocolate santa at the grocery store so i borrowed cox’ (my OC) face and made him be an angry santa.
i personally never believed in santa (seriously, he’s way to fat to get through a chimney, leave alone millions of chimneys), i was thought that the Christkind (fuck google translator) and his angel-friends are bringing the presents, but no I consider to draw another picture of Cox, but as a nice, sexy, a little bit sassy santa. It would fit him, i think :v
Comparision sketch → work in progress. It’s again someone from my school, this time the wonderful Pauline P!
I have to admit that sometimes i feel really blue- leave out the music, but blue is the perfect word for these feelings. Veins are blue and they show you the fragility of live, and so our planet does from far away. Blue is the colour that is cold but also warming, like ice that melts in a pool, a glass or eyes. But the blue can also be something that makes you feel comfortable even if you feel so heavy on the ground that you want to flow away through the chinks in the floor, because it hugs you like a wave of your tears. Blue means, you are allowed to cry, blue means, if you don’t feel like crying, you will be fine by just staring into the nothing or do art.
Basically, these were some thoughts my minds runs along while i am working on this paint, on my ‘I am depressed’-Bird. These days are so blue, i just want to write all the lonely peoples names between the plumage of that fat hen (well, actually, it’s genderless).
I’m sorry if I annoyed you with my feelings now :<
