I haven't drawn anything in months, that's my first painting ever since and thought the shark is silly, I decided to share it.

"The Monster Under the Hills hung the silver mirror from the tree, and waited. Whenever a young maiden discovered the mirror hanging in the tree, and became distracted by admiring her reflection, the Monster would pounce. One by one, he dragged the screaming girls into his lair and feasted on their delicious flesh."

[NOTE: there is music, and it does add something so I recommend listening if it's convenient. I know that's not usual, but it's new to me, and I make these videos for friends. The first picture will be in the comments]

These pictures are inspired by my ongoing relationship with a psychopath, and the phenomenon of "mirroring". I actually wonder if we only ever fall in love with what we project into other people, or reflections of ourselves we see in them. I've done a few pictures about that concept now.

It's also part of a series called "Monster Traps", which originally was pictures of traps set for the Monster, but in these the script has been flipped and the monster is laying the trap.

Basicly a pall of mine said he drew this but its giving off AI vibes i dont want to assume though ZeroGPT says its 99% AI

Hi just wanted to throw my hat into the ring and show off my art, was generally just curious what people think and what general trends I should fix or gear closer towards? I am trying to advance past a purely left lateral view in all of my pieces all the time.

Anyone love sketching but HATE coloring and rendering?? Wellll I'm your girl. I hate sketching and linework but love coloring and rendering and I need some practice so if you have a sketch that you need rendered, let me know!! I will certainly render it for you!

This will be my only post here because I feel like I just need other artists who have/are going through what I have to know that you’re not alone and that—yes—it feels absolutely sh*tty.

I’ve been in an art community ship fandom for around 5-6 years now and have grown significantly in my art throughout that time. I remember always having such big motivation to draw, interact with anyone and everything, make videos, write stories, make friends and mutuals, and overall trying to make my name known in some way for the fandom. I reached out to all socials: Tumblr, Twitter/X, Instagram, TikTok, Youtube, and even Pinterest. I’m talking everything and managing so much, and I didn’t just stop at drawing or making videos/animatics, I even wrote a lot because I always loved to share any AU‘s.

My favorite apps to post to was X and Instagram, b it mainly Insta. I always loved receiving comments and messages, and seeing people excited when I would follow others back made me feel really giddy and excited. It didn't matter if I was working, schooling, or had free time because I always made time to post whatever I felt. Besides the few times I took necessary breaks to chill out or because my hands would cramp. I promise burnout wasn’t that big of a problem for me because something always came to mind. I loved the arts, and I loved sharing and being in the same space as others that liked the same things as me. I was able to reach 2k followers on instagram, and that felt like such a great achievement because 2k people is a LOT. Like most don’t really take that into consideration. But I still wanted to grow more, and I felt like I’d be able to do it as I improve things and appeal to the algorithm and trends while still keeping my signature, because that happens.

Then I noticed that the interactions would stop. People had slowly stopped commenting on my posts, and at first I didn’t mind it too much but it did strike me as odd. It had reached to a point where almost no one would comment, and I tried to spark up some interaction by asking questions in my captions, and even that didn’t work. I felt sad, a little heartbroken because, to be honest, replying to people was probably my most favorite part. I’m very social and loved having convos with people in the comments and answering questions. But, again, it got to a point where the number plummeted. Even the likes, and that felt kind of disappointing. Maybe I had to improve on something? Were people tired of seeing me? Is my art not appealing anymore? So many questions raced through my mind and I felt more stuck trying to answer them than to fall into an artist depression where I stop drawing at all, because I didn’t. I took a big break to see what I could do, came back, and nothing happened. Nothing changed. What changed was my emotions.

I had mutuals in the same fandom who were just starting out, and seeing them improve in everything was so exciting that I felt proud in a way, because I had watched them practically from the beginning. Though, I did feel jealous. They grew a lot faster than my account had, more people reposted their art everywhere, and a lot of people had their pieces as pfps. I felt envious and pretty slumped because in the years I’ve posted, I’ve never seen my stuff get to that level ever. I tried being optimistic, but my mind would tell me that I needed to appeal and change again. I tried so many art styles and coloring styles, dynamics, poses, anything to test and see what got interaction but even then nothing, AGAIN, changed. I tried taking another small break to see what had to change, or maybe to see if I just didn’t want to draw anymore because, to be honest, that was one of the main reasons I started feeling insecure about my art. No one mentioned my name like my mutuals, no one said “THE (username)” or stuff like that. I felt so discouraged and heartbroken.

After a while, I tried to switch platforms and start posting on Twitter. While it worked in the beginning and I figured out the algorithm really quick, comments weren’t really a thing, and I didn’t mind it because Twitter isn’t really the place where people comment…right? Apparently not, I suppose. Me and my more popular mutuals shared the same amount of moots, and I would see the difference right away. While I would comment on a lot of my moots posts, they wouldn’t comment on mine, but then my mutuals would post and I’d see almost all of the them in the comments and then some other accounts and I realized, yes, comments do still exist on Twitter. I think that was my breaking point and I posted..maybe a few times a month? Then it went to once, and now basically none. I lost motivation to write, post, or interact with anyone and unfollowed a lot of people because I felt extremely frustrated and think “what’s the point anymore?”.

There was a point. There was a time where there was such a big point in me posting. I wanted a name, I wanted to share my ideas and thoughts, I wanted to befriend people that shared the same interests as me, I wanted peoples opinions/critiques/commentary on my stuff, and I wanted so much. Since I was much younger, having a popular art account was my dream. I started it, and I practically failed it. And that’s what hurts. Perhaps I grew too fast in a span of a year when I was at my “peak”. But my max now is just 2k followers on Insta and 2.9k on Twitter, I never grew any bigger, and I feel terrible now which is why I made this decision. Logging in feels terrible, my heart breaks when I even look at my art and all the apps I used to make things, and I feel disappointed just seeing my account. So, in my brain, the solution was to disappear altogether.

There is no point.

So my OC is in a giant dome library and observatory that is at the end of the world, the world is breaking into swirls and he is going mad trying to fix it. Sorry for smudge on camera.

I did this around a year ago, and it was inspired by something someone close to me told me about how they see themselves.

This is all just one picture, I didn't do anything special, not even deliberately changing the camera angle or lighting. This just shows how unpredictably my phone camera behaves, especially in low light. I enjoyed the accidental effect, and always meant to put them together into one collage.

It was an attempt to create a picture which was black on black on black on black ... I think I used five different blacks. There was a tiny bit of red, I think, but nearly all the colour you see is camera artefacts. I did mess up slightly due to inexperience with the materials, but to me the execution doesn't matter too much as the way the pictures came out is the most interesting part of this. Also, this was a concept that I was trying to record, the image that came into my mind when my boyfriend was speaking to me about his psychopathy. I am still unclear about what "The Darkness" is exactly, but this was my impression at the time, and it's an amalgam of that and my perception of the dark side of his personality.

I have done a lot of pictures about him, and many of them are quite disturbing, but it's all just from him talking about his life and experiences, introspection of my own, stuff like that. And some of them are funny or sweet, too.

im working on this painting and I'm not sure I'd I love the red and blue together. the camera really is struggling to pick up the colors accurately but I promise the skin is not actually this dead looking 😭 anyways what do you think about the background? should I change anything?

Is this bad in your eyes.
Also can you give me tips for more detailed Hair.
Please and thank you.