Imprications of the heart + Sketches (Patreon)

Good afternoon my dears! My goodness is it chilly where you're at? I love the feeling of numb hands come the morning. Of course by the afternoon and that's another story.


Recently I took up helping another indie team with some sketch concepts, and we're just getting started here, but I'm hoping to see some good things come out of it. While I can't go into detail, mainly since I little understand the bulk of the game ( Hey, I like it that way sometimes. ) I can show some sketches for that which shall be nameless! So feel free to browse the downloads at your leisure!

Not only is there sketches of this project, but also of my dear pet toy, christmas llama, now in sketch form. It's actually a dog chew toy so it squeeks every time I hug it, but that's okay, I'm partially deaf anyway. I also worked on a digital piece that I call " Imprecations of the heart " a powerful work that was inspired both by individual's fear of expression through art, and a song by Joy-key " Another-Lonely-Day " which unfortunatley is no longer available. Hey though, you can still listen through the combined work also available for download.
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I feel very deeply about individuals who find such doubt in themselves and how they may express themselves. I feel moved, bound towards them even. They have a weight inside themselves that draws peering eyes inward, and it is because of that sight and vision that they may grow terrified what is seen will amount to little at all. They gravitate this world around them. Were the audience a god who made them as they are, they would kneel and clasp their hands in solemn misery and grace, pleading for mercy and kindess.

Some people have stared upon our work, and in ways we have made shadows that loomed over another. Their hearts and minds covered beneath their clenching grip, uncertain, unsure and fearful we might destroy them so easily and without compassion. I've been told that some of us are nothing but destroyers. Loki's of chaos and madness without redemption. Yet we are still afraid, still angry, still so unsure and relentlessly desperate to be known, to be loved, to be embraced.

The audience is not the deity. The critics and influents are not the makers, they are the setinels. The watchers whose eyes point us in new directions so that we may not see with only two eyes but infinitely more. And were you to bear this great burden of wondering if we shall destroy you..you may discover yet that we are not loki but mischievous children waiting for you and only you.

Were you to stare into the eyes of the creatures that torment you so, that you believe you are not good enough to face.. you neednt be on hand and knee, but standing toward as a worksman of your love, who should never be ashamed. You should not be ashamed...

..you should not be ashamed..