Forgive Me, Art
I never want to destroy my art. but i must. concept must be cracked, shorn, mashed, cut, and shattered, if it is ever to be reality. it is not, precisely, the worry that the product will not be as good as it might.
Astral High - Chapter 18
I don't like people seeing my art, no matter how good it is. i just don't." "okay, but, still... your friends should be allowed to see." "no." "what about your boyfriends?" "you aren't daniel, so-" "that was plural." "... god i hate you.
Chapter 10
my art teacher walks by and stops at my picture. "wow" he says as his eyes scan over my picture. i allow him to look and he steps in closer. "this is phenomenal." he says. i blush and turn back toward the project.
Cast Away
Finally bringing my arts over to more websites, starting with this~! i was strong, but now i'm not the cold wars, i have fought these endless roads, i will trot.
Once More
_i have done some thinking and my art piece titled **to a friend** would fit in with this poem. i hope everyone like this poem for i wrote it back in my high school days...._
"Family Tails" - Epilogue
Lastly, and most importantly, i sincerely thank all of my readers here on sofurry for your comments, faves, votes, and support in continuing this saga, and also to sofurry itself for giving me a place to post my art and stories. ronald j. lebeck a.k.a.
Passion of a Hustler -- Revised!!
#1 of passion of a hustler **ok people, i've been lost in the beginnings of my art course at uni, so i haven't been able to upload anything, but this weekend, i intend to start something big, and passion of a hustler shall be revised and redone.
I feel the siren's call
If you couldn't tell, i process shit through my art. it helps me, it hugs me, and brings me such faith that i'll make it. i feel the siren's call. it harkens me back unto its murky waters. the sonorous sound is delicate like a lover's sweet embrace.
Art Block
My craft will lead the way into inventive day, for now i must survive, and keep my art alive.
Plights of a Furry (con)Artist
My heart is sore, so i implore of my art i really wish i could do more. i'm on the floor, the one i adore has just got up and walked out the door.
Shield of the West
I seek them now with scalpel sharp, and i well know my art. the pain of others you have seen, and yet you have avoided, the pain that haunts their very eyes will not by you be voided. you will now look.
So Facebook is turning into a Dumpster fire.... (Edit/Followup)
art page and a mod on it, someone told me it happens in groups too_).