"Forward Steps" that passed you by
This is a #lineart #sketch of the "Forward Steps" drawing that you may have seen in its finished form. Although, you probably haven't.
This seems to be one of those pieces of work of mine that I can call well done, but which will pass by the audience.
I can safely hang this sheet on the wall of my successful failures.
I breathe in, I breathe out. And I take on the next job, which will also remain forever unnoticed.
Another 5-10 hours of my life are spent #drawing.
Good luck.
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From my dialogues in the comments, you could already collect more than one publication. Lol
"Who are you talking to?
I'm talking to myself.
Why?
I want to talk to someone smart"
Maybe everything is so sad simply because it's winter outside and you have to go out into this cold and unfriendly street.
I have 4 hours of work ahead of me with people with special needs. Of course, this is just practice. But...
You can find a color version of this drawing here, if you want to see it:
https://ecency.com/hive-156509/@shadeflowersart/forward-steps-color-version-drawing
It's strange that the color version wasn't appreciated and noticed the way the sketch was.
Perhaps the quality of my work is about the same as children's trash that is glued into a frame, which then ends up in the trash can.
The world will wait
While the flight of
Creative thought continues
Art is silent
When there is noise around
The real does not scream
Steps into the unknown
Each drawing is new
The light approaches
Labor without rewards
The pure heart of the artist
Sees beauty
The brush falls asleep
Leaving a memory
A drop of hope
Shadows on paper
A story was told
About a forgotten movement
The world runs forward
I count the minutes
In a quiet room
An unnecessary stroke
Becomes part of a dream
Tomorrow morning
Color comes to life
Breaks through the wall of words
Fabric breathes
The magic of handmade
When hands draw
Your own freedom
I wish good luck
To everyone who is looking for a way out
In a sea of indifference
Eternal creativity
Will remain in the darkness
Without unnecessary boasting
Ten long hours
Alone with myself
The world behind the wall
Hours of life
Dissolve in lines
A trace of a pencil
A new canvas
Calls fingers to action
Paints are waiting
A breath and a quiet exhalation
The heart beats calmly
Time to move on
A wall of disappointments
Where successful losses
Will find their peace
A successful job
Warms the soul of the artist
Look past
The outline on the sheet
A thin line of memory
A clean silhouette
Steps forward
Flashed past the eyes
The world did not notice