This artwork is about depression.
Like a frog that easily and quickly hunts an insect , Depression also hunts the minds of many people and defeats them .

Frog

KANA (We Will Survive)

He is a professional detective and one of the best detectives in the world. He's working on a mysterious case. Butch interviews suspects, witnesses, and victims as he tries to piece together how a crime may have occurred. He works well under pressure. 

Name: Butch Crawford  
D.O.B: 3/13/1970 
Height: 186 cm

Butch Crawford

In a world where shadows loom large, she finds herself entwined in the clutches of misery. This relentless companion whispers doubts and fears, seeking to anchor her in despair. Yet, deep within her heart, a fierce determination stirs. She yearns to escape the shackles of sorrow, to rise above the darkness that seeks to define her.

With each passing day, she embarks on a quest for light amidst her darkest moments. She seeks out beauty in the cracks of her brokenness, finding glimmers of hope in unexpected places. Misery may chase her relentlessly, but she refuses to let it dictate her existence.

Her journey is not just about fleeing from pain, it's about embracing the full spectrum of life. She understands that even in hardship, there exists a profound beauty waiting to be discovered. With courage as her guide, she steps boldly into the unknown, determined to conquer the shadows and illuminate her path with resilience and grace.

In her heart, she knows that true freedom lies not in escaping sorrow, but in transforming it. Turning her struggles into stories of strength and her pain into art. She is not living for misery, she is living for the light that dances just beyond the horizon, eager to embrace the beauty that life has to offer.

Inamorata

Bull vs. Bear 

Every night, as the inhabitants of Nightmare Land slumbered, the nightmares grew restless, attempting to break free from their confines. They would gather around the Gateway of Dreams, clawing and scratching at the door, desperate to escape into the world of dreams.

Evangeline would spread her wings, radiating a brilliant light that bathed the door in a protective glow. Her voice, soft and soothing, would resonate through the darkness, calming the nightmares and lulling them into a temporary state of tranquility. With her celestial powers, she would cast a shield around the door, reinforcing its strength and preventing any nightmare from breaking through. And she was whispering, “You shall not pass!”

But as the hours passed, the nightmares grew more restless, their desperation intensifying. Evangeline sensed their frustration, the air thick with tension. With a determined gleam in her eye, she grasped her magical sword, its blade shimmering with ethereal light. This was no ordinary weapon; it was forged from the dreams of the pure-hearted, capable of cutting through the darkest of shadows.

When the first nightmare lunged at the door, Evangeline was ready. She unleashed a powerful flap of her wings, sending a wave of radiant energy that pushed the creature back. “Stay away!” she commanded, her voice firm and unwavering.

As more nightmares surged forward, she wielded her sword with grace, slashing through the darkness. Each swing of the blade released bursts of light that illuminated the surrounding area, momentarily stunning the nightmares. With every strike, she whispered incantations that strengthened the barrier, weaving a tapestry of protection around the Gateway.

Evangeline's wings glowed brighter with each passing moment, their luminescence creating a sanctuary of hope. She soared above the door, surveying the chaos below. With a decisive thrust of her sword, she called upon her elemental powers, summoning a gust of wind that encased the nightmares in a whirlwind of light.

“You shall not pass!” she declared with fierce resolve, her wings extending wide as she drew upon the full extent of her magic. The light intensified, forming a protective dome that encircled the Gateway. The nightmares shrieked in frustration, their forms dissipating against the overwhelming brightness.

With her sword in hand and wings spread wide, Evangeline continued her watch over the Gateway of Dreams, a beacon of light in the encroaching night

You shall not pass!

I am your nightmare !

Artwork : 2900 * 3600

Nightmare

Foundation

I fall asleep after a long insomnia.  Nightmares attack me and want to hunt me down.  I am full of fear and anxiety.  But always among these fears, a girl appears who protects me.  She brings a world full of color and peace and protects me from nightmares.  She is my dream.  A dream that is opposed to a nightmare. Her name is Kaia and she is there to kill the Boogeyman.

Kaia

Insomnia

KnownOrigin

Time collapses, and the traveler finds themselves standing on a precipice overlooking an infinite chasm. Below, the abyss swirls with shadows and light, a chaotic dance of creation and destruction. It beckons, a reminder that every journey through the never is a confrontation with the self, an exploration of the delicate balance between chaos and clarity.

As the music swells, the traveler takes a deep breath, embracing the surreal nature of existence. With each heartbeat, they step forward, plunging into the unknown, where the lines between reality and dream dissolve, and the true essence of life unfolds in a symphony of chaos. 







Through the Never

Skulls

0x7e37ed45678ee42a5b3b7976cd0327f0c4700020

A solitary figure wandered through a landscape of swirling shadows and vibrant turbulence. The air crackled with the energy of a thousand unspoken thoughts, each one weaving a tapestry of noise that filled the void of loneliness. This was a place where the heart felt heavy, yet beneath the surface, a quiet yearning for peace stirred.

As the figure journeyed deeper into the storm, they began to notice the beauty hidden within the chaos. Colors danced and clashed, creating a symphony of movement that echoed the tumult of their own emotions.

Drawn to this sanctuary, the figure closed their eyes and breathed deeply. In that moment, the chaos faded, replaced by a profound stillness that wrapped around them like a warm embrace. Here, in the depths of solitude, they discovered a truth: peace often resides where one least expects it, waiting patiently to be found.

The loneliness that once felt like a heavy shroud transformed into a canvas for self-discovery, allowing the figure to paint their own story amidst the noise.

With each passing moment, they embraced the whispers of solitude, understanding that in this journey, they were never truly alone. The storm became a backdrop for their inner strength, a reminder that even in the darkest times, the light of peace is always within reach.

neemart34

neemart34

Featured (0)

All Works (0)