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lobibaby

Self taught artist in Ontario
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Artist // Hobbyist // Traditional Art
  • Canada
  • Deviant for 13 years
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Just a critical thinking fragmented mind full of good and evil. I draw/paint/craft things; sometimes going years without touching ink to paper. I rarely use references and paint from my own mind. I hate erasers, draw/paint quickly, and usually finish every piece within a couple of hours, during which I don't often feel in control of what I am creating.

Sorry.

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I miss you my children; I birthed you though pain. My body fed you, I tried, but I'll never see you again. According to grandma we all should have been aborted; a two faced liar, she stole you, who I am is now distorted. Will you remember me and all I did to try to keep you safe? The life I tried to make for you, the sacrifices made? So young you won't remember, except the lies that you are told. I've be cut out of your lives like a cancer, dead and cold. I hope that you remember how it used to be, before grandma took you to fulfil her selfish greed. How we'd go out on adventures and I'd put my anxieties behind, to give you opportunities to experience life and feel alive. How I put up with abuses so you didn't have to take them, how grandma left us to suffer in her mess, and it was me that she condemned. I'm sorry that you had to pay the price for being born to me, a unloved child become mother, who was drowning in the sea. I tried to stay afloat for you, I really always did, but I
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I only use deviantart as a way to easily share my art when someone insists on seeing it when I tell them I'm an artist. I honestly don't give a f*** if someone finds it offensive; I never asked for your opinions nor do I care if people like it or even look at it. My art is nothing but a purge from my soul, and has never been intended to be sold or even appreciated in the public sphere. Block me if you're so offended, pussies.
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Poem ~ Majority

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There's a boat on the ocean with one man inside, He's entitled and souless, barely alive. Surrounded by gold he floats on the waves, He smiles brightly, thinking of the money he's saved. He looks down on his labor, all 99, clinging to the stern all in a line. "keep kicking!" he yells "full steam ahead!" Not one blink of an eye for those floating and dead. The others are angry, but those at the front think they're coming aboard so don't even grunt. "keep trying" He says "you'll get here one day!" He laughs at the thought and then turns away. Those at the front hate those at the back, they aren't pulling their weight, their lazy, fat, one after another they drown in the sea, with those in the middle thinking "all the more for me!" They can never come aboard, that's just how it is, but the man will make you think you can just so he gets his.
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