A Project For School

A portait

A message to just about everyone

Hey guys.

So i’ve realized as of late that i might be the world’s biggest asshat. I’ve actually been like this for a while???

So, I just wanted to let all of you guys know that i’m sorry. All those times i freaked out while running my askblog? Sorry. 

Those times when i threw a hissy fit and thought about deleting my blog? Really sorry.

And also, to all those people that i cut off after abandoning my askblog...I’m really sorry. I feel like i used a lot of you. I didn’t mean to, but i’m still sorry.

I don’t think that there’s enough sorry that will ever fix the mess i made here. 

But, just to clarify, here’s one last one:

(And to make this clear, this isn’t me crying out for help here. I don’t want you guys to think that i’m using this to provoke some pats on the back and an “it’s alright.” I don’t want that. I’ve treated a lot of my followers and askbloggers like shit, because i was a wimpy little asshole)

Maci’s 3 in 1 Art meme

Send a Character + Palette +/or Expression +/or Prompt Emoji

Feel free to reblog to do your own!!

Also: All the emojis are subjective and up to interpretation of the artist.

Transparent things for a mock article in Graphic Des.

Please watch Unraveled on YouTube by Polygon and Brain David Gilbert. 

Choir Room

There's no one in the room. A lone set of bongos sit on the floor, almost aesthetically beneath a uniform, ticking clock. Blue robes line the wall, contrasting the uncomfortable silent beige aura of the room. There are many folders that are only identifiable by the name 'Holy Week'. They seem to be in the correct order, but several folders are missing. 1, 10, 14, 20, 28, 34, 35, 40, and 0. The peeled skins of missalettes lay in a pile. They are not fresh, but they are not old. There's a white board with only one symbol on it. I can hear laughter. It's resonating from the old gym. Old lights, dim lights, chuckling about the experience of faith through a soft recorded voice played over a concerning video. It's quieter now. It's never silent. Not in a church. There's always something there, making noise. It echoes. I think that's how churches are meant to be made. So that worshippers never feel alone. Even though they are.

Concept art for a once-ler ask blog that I wanted to do at one point. It felt nice to do more painting.

@foolwave

something i’m working on... ;)