darkcrawler

Today it seems to me the past is more real than my present. It's a natural conclusion of preserving some certainties that the arrow of time has left, in a way, fixed in their place, even if only as pointers or symbols. The present's virtue is that certainties are mostly tangible, and that it poses the concrete possibility of the future. The past, even if only constituted by symbols, is equally essential, as it never stops tumbling over the present, sometimes a timid lava, sometimes a thick mist, sometimes a simple reverberance that shivers in its medulla all of flesh's cores. The present, filled as it seems according to the senses, has no c

I have been enjoying DA for the past years. I come here mostly to browse other peoples' art and, to the extent they permit this, to share their life  as well. Lately, I find that about 4 out of 5 watches I do are of women who draw fantasy art. Although I'm very aware that I do a disservice to their artwork by characterizing it in such a narrow way, this is how they post them, mostly. It's amazing how women artwork differs from mens' art. I do confess I can't articulate the difference clearly, but it is always inevitably present (to me, at least) between lines in the deviation. Women have a very particular intuition of a subject, a very flui

It took me six months to realize how stupid my previous post was. This is me just posting something, if not equally stupid, at least equally meaningless. Did I manage to surpass myself?