lost in time
A sketch that was lost in time. That is, the sketch was not saved while drawing, and during some random reboot everything was lost. Only the screenshot remained.
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A sketch that was lost in time. That is, the sketch was not saved while drawing, and during some random reboot everything was lost. Only the screenshot remained.
Way to go on the daily Ecency leaderboard quest, @shadeflowersart!
Tipped with Ecency POINTS.
,🤔 porque casi siempre son rostros de mujer ¿🤷?
I didn't quite understand the question.
I meant that in your drawings, the faces are almost always women. Is that your style or just a coincidence
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Quiero decir que en tus dibujos, las caras son casi siempre mujeres. Es tu estilo o sólo una coincidencia
This is my style.
Ok. Muy bien,yo no descubro aún que realmente gusta de mi
😔
Eternal now
This unfinished moment
In the digital wilderness.
The format will not save,
When the system flies,
Work is for naught.
Few people managed
To look into the eyes
Of this strange beauty.
Who will find this screen?
In a pile of archive folders
It will simply rot.
Digital art,
Fragile, like an ice floe,
Melting under your finger.
The script took away the beauty,
Leaving only a copy -
A pale imprint.
The artist is silent,
Looks into the dark screen,
Memory is collapsing.
Hair strands,
Like waves in the sea,
Gone forever.
Crash on disk C,
Reboot...
And a blank sheet.
The world will not see
What lived a moment ago
In the heart of the artist.
A web of eyebrows,
Drawn clearly,
Became an illusion.
A digital coffin,
The file was not saved on time,
The pain of loneliness.
I drew at night,
I put my soul into the lines,
What remained were ashes.
A lost sketch,
The code swallowed the drawing,
Time stopped.
A thin thread of lips,
Frozen in half a word,
No one will hear.
Thin eyelashes are sleeping,
Someone pressed a button,
Erase the future.
Only a screenshot,
The ghost of a former work,
A shadow on the display.
Green eyes,
That never bloomed,
Looking from the void.
A system failure,
The light went out instantly,
The work was washed away in fog.
A sudden screen,
The gaze froze in lines,
Which are no longer there.