Rememberance. Kinda rolls off your tounge nicely, doesn't it?
Okay, this was a combo of some trying new stuff and a little bit of some nostalgia.
If you'd like to read what inspired this, then read the below in quotes. If you don't wanna, you can always skip this.
Okay, this was a combo of some trying new stuff and a little bit of some nostalgia.
If you'd like to read what inspired this, then read the below in quotes. If you don't wanna, you can always skip this.
Memoirs wrote:When I was younger, I lived in a different country (I live in the US now). There, autumn was my favorite season. Why? Because the leaves would turn brilliant colors of red, orange, and yellow. And I was facinated by this aspect of nature. I would always ask my grandpa on these beautiful autumn days if we can go and collect some of these leaves. He would always have a smile on his face as he replied that he would. We would walk to the nearby park and collect leaves. And when I go collect leaves, sometimes he'd come with me, sometimes he'd sit somewhere where he could see me clearly (just in case I might wander off on my quest to find leaves). When I felt like I did enough collecting for one day, I'd bring it to him, and we'd walk back to our apartment. There, we'd put them in our little book and put them between the pages. Sometimes, he'd joke that it was neccessary because my grandma is a clean freak and will flip if she sees leaves strewn about on the floor. But he'd help me put them in the books and stuff. I remember having a book filled with wonderful leaves...I just don't remember what happened to them.
But those were one of the most happiest moments of my life. I was not plauged with any worries and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
At first, this was supposed to be a tribute to those days, but slowly morphed into this slightly abstract work of art.
This piece of art was based of this question: What would my grandpa have felt when he saw me playing and having fun? To watch the world play and dance as he watched his granddaughter play?
Then what about those days where me and my little brother would play in front of his watchful eyes? That's when I felt how...nostalgic it must have been. He surely watched his children, who are now my parents, play as well? This must have been a deja vu moment as well.
So then I thought, okay. A tribute to that, I suppose. And I tried capturing that in this picture. Of course, I have no clue how he really felt like, but this would be my guess.
Interpret this how you will, after what I have shared with you.
Oh and the experimenting! The wolves were...not too bad. But the wolf in the foreground was a pain in the neck. I was trying a different style (if I even have a style xD). I think he turned out pretty well.... And the little colorful thingies? I dunno what they are. I like thinking they're claws, but whatever. Whatever you think is appropriate xD
...If you have read up to here, you have my utmost respect. Thank you for you patience and time.
(I hope I did not bore you with my memoirs xD)
Oh and the experimenting! The wolves were...not too bad. But the wolf in the foreground was a pain in the neck. I was trying a different style (if I even have a style xD). I think he turned out pretty well.... And the little colorful thingies? I dunno what they are. I like thinking they're claws, but whatever. Whatever you think is appropriate xD
...If you have read up to here, you have my utmost respect. Thank you for you patience and time.
(I hope I did not bore you with my memoirs xD)
