Humanity
is twisted
and stained
with our mistakes,
broken promises,
death, torture,
and pain.
Stained,
with the things,
that made us
top of the world.
So deeply stained,
no matter
how many times
we wash our hands;
we can never
get them clean.
*Hand cramp* Wow, this is my very best oekaki-ever! I'm so proud of it...really it just started off as an anatomy sketch, then I lined it, then I added the color splashes, then I added the hair, then the shading...and by then I had a task, a meaning, a purpose.
I know it's not very good, but it'd mean a ton to me to get some feed back! And maybe a few Likes :3 This peice is pretty important, in my opinion. The poem and picture are centered on all of the things that humans, as a species, have done over time. Really, it's aweful. Um...well...anyone like this at all? Or were moved by it, or something??
is twisted
and stained
with our mistakes,
broken promises,
death, torture,
and pain.
Stained,
with the things,
that made us
top of the world.
So deeply stained,
no matter
how many times
we wash our hands;
we can never
get them clean.
*Hand cramp* Wow, this is my very best oekaki-ever! I'm so proud of it...really it just started off as an anatomy sketch, then I lined it, then I added the color splashes, then I added the hair, then the shading...and by then I had a task, a meaning, a purpose.
I know it's not very good, but it'd mean a ton to me to get some feed back! And maybe a few Likes :3 This peice is pretty important, in my opinion. The poem and picture are centered on all of the things that humans, as a species, have done over time. Really, it's aweful. Um...well...anyone like this at all? Or were moved by it, or something??
