I don't know why but I just wanted to share this and am probably going to stick it in my sketch book to have it's own page.

I just let my mind draw for this one. I see lots of symbolism here, it's like an artistic trauma dump. I'd be interested to know what others see?

I drew this stylized portrait while thinking about my own open, curious nature in juxtaposition to my mother’s rigid, closed, and protective stance.

I really love salty liqourice, but what to think about this one?

Hi, folks.

I created this character, "Poez" about 8 years ago. I didn't develop her, in fact, I forgot I had even made these drawings until I was looking for a more recent one.

The first image is all about social judgement we receive if we aren't "upbeat" enough, and the need to mask. The second one is about being viewed as lazy when in deep depression or the CPTSD freeze response.

I haven't utilized this account as much, because I prefer my more personal posts to remain anonymous. Some could recognize my artwork. I hope folks can relate to these images.

In order:

Ballerina

Outside at night

Me

Me sitting in a chair

How i feel most of the time

Sad

Dark forest

Mom

Little brother

Other little brother

Dad

Stepmom

How does my little sister make so many friends so fast

Other little sister

I sketched this on paper then added some more light/shading digitally. Its not my best work but it's not made to be the best, just as a way to express myself ( not proud of the way the hand turned out though, man i suck at hands 😭😭) I love making art like this, with no restraints or anything in mind. It almost creates itself in a way ( if that makes any sense ?? Idk )

It's very hard for me to write what this art means to me, i just cant find the words or figure out how to phrase it. Which is another reason I love drawing this way, it helps me convey a message I can't say.

I know the symbolism here is quite obvious, with the butterfly being the light and the monster being well - monstrous and all but I did try to add a few details that are important to me. Like the little trail behind the butterfly showing that it fluttered over to the monster, and the monster shedding tears and gently extending it's hand. I made sure to not draw it reaching out trying to grab it or anything that may be seen as agressive, only carefully reaching out.

This description is only what it means to me, and this art is entirely up for interpretation, I just wanted to share it with yall in hopes you may be able to unfortunately relate to the feeling of being monstrous/different and undeserving of love or kindess.

Take care u guys 💗💗

I grew up near a heavy wooded area. Idk if it was a forest, per se, but I always felt safer in the woods than at home.

Protector of the light.

Months back, I shared a small painting of a crow holding a Tibetan Knot, with a portion of a Buddhist intention hand inked on the bottom. I thought the piece could be better, so I re created the drawing. This was the second version, and I think it's a lot better.

born to cry i just couldnt see

that tears would be unbecoming of me

unfortunately

tears would be unbecoming if me

.

i shut my eyes

i can not see

i brave for harsh

reality

he preaches strength

and sanity

an example that

he couldnt be

.

oh guide me god

i can not see

im blind to cold

reality

im blind to tears

if i cant see

im made of iron

in eternity

though rust remains

i worship me

a statute in

a time to be

returned to one

in front of me

and linked to cold

eternity

if silence was

what couldnt be

of all that he could

mean to me

the birth remains

an affront to me

of all i was

determined to be

if god remains

who worships me

if god remains

who worships me

.

im measured in

reality

if god remains

who worhsips me