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Jade
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
Jade
Biomedical Engineer | Poet | Music Nerd
United States


"I want to see what you're willing to lose."

just a 20 year old girl trying to find her way through life one mistake at a time.


i love all types of art. traditional art is my favorite but digital art is a close second.
i'm addicted to watercolors. crocheting is now my favorite pastime.
oh, and poetry. yeah, if you haven't already noticed it's kinda important to me.
there shouldn't be anything else you need to know but feel free to drop me note anytime.
i'm always here to talk.

Interests
  • Mood: Distracted
  • Listening to: Take Shelter - Years and years
  • Reading: dA
  • Watching: America's Got Talent
  • Playing: just dance 2014
  • Eating: brownies
  • Drinking: orange fanta
hello hello. long time no see. I don't really have an excuse for the lack of updates and writing. I just got into this funk of not wanting to write or do anything really. but I've been forcing myself to write and shake the cobwebs off. I'm gonna start back on my 100 Theme Challenge and I'm gonna be doing some pieces for BeautyInRawHumanity for the new theme in June. I'll post the link to the journal once June rolls around. I also think I'm gonna try and post more traditional art? would you guys be into that. other than that don't really have any other updates. oh I guess other than the new 'do. 
~
hello there. by crystallized-skies
~
I was just tired of the old mane so I got it lopped off. Roughly 10 inches.
For anyone interested you can see a comparison here: Hair Cut Before and After

Okay now for some meme procrastination, as stolen from That1PersonYouForgot 

GREEK GOD MEME

Aphrodite: What you find attractive in a person:
Kind heart, sense of humor, honesty, pretty eyes, challenging mind, witty

Apollo: Favorite piece of music:
One can simply have one favorite piece of music so have a few:
Second Chance - Shinedown
Life in Color - OneRepublic 
Doubt - twenty one pilots

Aries: Opinion on war:
Often times unnecessary. 

Artemis: Favorite animal and why:
Penguins because they're friggin adorable

Athena: Share a piece of wisdom:
Keep your head high. The waters may rise but you won't drown. 

Dionysus: Red, white, or rose:
Red

Demeter: Favorite season and why:
Fall. Cool weather. Cozy. Halloween. My birthday. Leaves. 

Eros: Describe your crush:
Which one? 

Hades: Do you believe in life after death:
I do. 

Helios: Opinion on tanning:
Nope. I burn, look like a lobster. I don't tan. 

Hephaestus: Do you think disability can ruin a relationship:
No, of course not!
Hera: Opinion on feminism:
It exists. I support it. Some people are extremists. 

Hermes: Last text you sent:
"jesus take the wheel"

Hestia: Describe your ideal house:
Nice cozy, tidy, has an art room for me. 

Pan: Opinion on gay rights:
They have rights like everyone else and should not be denied life, liberty, or the pursuit of happiness. 

Persephone: Is climate change really a thing or is everyone just overreacting?:
It's a thing that desperately needs to be attended to. We only have one Earth and we're currently screwing ut up. 

Poseidon: List three fears:
Dying, Being alone, spider. 

Zeus: Three places you want to travel to:
London, Berlin, Seattle

And now onto some love. I've been collecting pieces to feature and I feel like now's the time. 
Visit these people's pages. Show them some love. :heart: 

acid trip.I stood holding back tears
like a guillotine against the wall,
praying that my heartbreak was a foreign language, that
this betrayal was a blade beneath my skin, invisible.
and in one moment I swear
I understood all the pain in the world.
I knew why I had let death roost
between my shoulder blades,
I knew why children grieved their tiny pets
and buried them in shoe boxes;
I understood mothers
leaving their children behind at parks,
I understood all those skinny boys smoking
and holding tight to women who cried,
I understood crowds with shaking hands
trying to breathe but forgetting
and trying to hit that high but missing
over and over and over again,
I understood why people lied,
fell out of love,
dyed their hair,
cut their skin,
hid their tears.
suddenly all this sadness that had been
around me all my life became real,
and I hated it,
I hated that it was real
so I cried for every single
lonely beaten person out there
and it still won't make a difference.
and he is a single drum beat,
  little momentswe sit together half-naked 
on your dilapidated
sanguine shag carpet and
laugh with tears in our eyes as we
unravel the threads
driving fingers into nylon flooring
and i'm trying to tear apart the ground we stand on
because you've been teasing me for the past month and
i don't know what solid ground is anymore
and all i can see is the way your eyes
glow with their evergreen and
and all i can smell is the champagne
on your breath
(even though you were drunk
well before we kissed wine glasses)
you've always gotten off on
city lights dancing in the nocturne 
because you're a suburbia girl lost in new york
and you can't stop looking at the
iridescence of skyscraper windows
to notice the corporal machine inside of these buildings
but i'm a city woman
and i know better
your sloppy lips on mine
doesn't make this the beginning of our lives together
this poem is not our genesis
this is not the climax that i've been
waiting to give you for months now
but god damn
is it wond
  SongbirdShe was blind, but could see
everything. Nothing held back
the girl with moonbeams for eyes,
feeling the gardens she walked,
through dozing dewdrop buds,
and stepping from tangerine
puddle to tangerine puddle,
rippling away rain clouds from
the sky at her feet, as she shook
constellations from her hair,
while birds sang from her throat.
  storm the world like wildfireyour eyes were granite,
your hands were gentle african plains;
your sighs felt like ocean breezes, warm,
salty and foreign to me;
(your lips tasted of korea, brazil, taiwan)
small wonders and empires springing to life
under my dying galaxy tongue,
your collarbone was the great wall of china,
strong enough to withstand centuries of
war
you were newer than i was
in the sense that you
were stronger and fearless and always
ready to adventure;
you were a raging lion,
demanding imperium,
raging crimson.
i was a mere girl, little, with a quaking voice and
a mind full of wishful thinking, dark grey
  these shoulders didnt have the tongues to lie withi make jokes / about my language / but the truth is / every word i've ever spoken / is the word / "love" / masquerading / as something else / everything i have ever touched / in anger / melted away / and crumbled / and reformed / into something bigger / than an atom / the ocean holding / all the weight / of your body / your bones each / a single sky / holding up / a body / atlas / at last / in reverse / and earthquakes / do not exist / your skin / does not exist / your skin / loves you / your shoulders / roil / and are to be trusted / your shoulders whisper / that they love you / and you / will live / forever
you'd own me (#17)four piece compilation
in a box set made for one,
purchase my remains
in a metacarpal tunnel
and see the light
that shines 
from my open mouth,
heart pulsating
where my tongue sits;
sheathing affection
with love at the hilt.
i've choked down
these (s)words long enough;
i'll gladly impale myself
in a final gust of
blood-covered coughing
lungs as i regurgitate
and repeat my affections,
my affections,
my affections,
my affections
because i am a broken
record player.
that i'd love to tame
or die trying.
  Rain-boyRain-boy the summer sun has dried you up, leaving puddles as
piles of salt, rivers as dry rocks, barren weeds and broken glass.
Rain-boy, the summer breeze is stiff, it sits in my room heavy,
curling in the corner with constant heaving sighs and i cannot
ignore him. you were always soft, a gentle tapping at my window,
a light humming on the roof when the night fell and you fell and i
fell asleep. i loved falling asleep in your arms, dreaming of kaleidoscope
stained-glass ponds, your grey eyes, your grey skies, you you you.
you were autumn and winter and spring, a gentle metronome, a
constant in my memories, leaning on the windowframe with a book
in hand, as i blew on hot tea wrapped up on the sofa, daydreaming
about dancing under yellow umbrellas. but summer breaks us with
languid heat, breaks in with stifling air, leaves us nothing to breathe,
nothing to see. i swelter, going from bed to fan to window and back
again as you evaporate.
and now, when we meet again in the unbearably hot s
viole(n)tdon't     smile     too     wide     or he'll see the lavender stuck between your teeth
 purple smiles are so 
ugly especially when you've got telephone wires wrapped around your tongue
but you still can't find a strong enough signal to talk today its pathetic the
 splits arc  against your lips thorns jamming out from the insides 
of your cheeks theres no hiding those holes where love crawls out at night
for a drink and a fuck and a healthy beating before staggering back into
your bones your love needs to be half-dead and whole-drunk to survive a moment
inside you your love is gored and somewhere along the line it lost its right arm to the
horrible gears  in your brain it was trying to give itself away again
to someone who didn't care and it made a mistake and so another piece of your love was
ripped away your love its wretched and dresses in blood-cake
  LethePersephone, you’d
be proud of me:
I had the pomegranate
boy, and I swallowed
him down with red teeth,
the perfect cannibal of air
and everything which
made his organs strike twelve
and bloom into the most
bloody serenade.
(Persephone, don’t be mad
at me: I might just have
become Hades)
  ConversionThe moment I saw you, I was already
calculating the space you fill, algebraically,
doing the dimensional analysis,
both awake and in my sleep
until, over the arc of our tenure as lovers,
I accepted the mathematical sums,
and it continues to elevate and meander,
cranial orbits, and biological chemistry.
You defy physics for why it's this way, and
being together creating another chemical reaction
when it comes to how I mirror you, turning into
windows, to cross over and meld into 3D.

4-12-15i
won't
be
sad
if
we
die
young
together;
we
could
burn
our
image
into
the
night
sky
because
i'm a
hopeless
romantic
who
wants to
walk
among
galaxies
with your
palm
clenching
my wrist
as we
fall
down,
down,
down
into
a zigzag
supernova
lying
beneath
our feet
(barefoot)
where
only
the
stars
and my
presence
can
light
up
eyes
ever so
phenomenal;
for
they
belong
to you,
no doubt,
as the
moon puts
itself
to
shame
and the
planets
bow
before you,
leaving
their
satellites
to
gravitate
towards
the
sun;
but even
a
gargantuan
star
would
blush
from your
magnificent
aura.
they'll
all
revolve
around
us
because
stargazers
are
known
for
receiving
the
universe
in
their
fragile
hands
  'Cause God Gave Me Flippers5'6" and can't wear heels
'cause God gave me flippers.
He also blessed me with big bones
but I consider it a curse.
I've always wanted to fly
and I would settle with running,
but flippers are made for swimming.
I move too much
but lose so little-
Ever since I was a child
I've always been 'a little bit bigger'
than those pretty girls on the playground,
so I hid in the trees
and called the shade my home.
From an early age I learned
that jealously and anger were the answers
to everything in life,
so it was no surprise when I
cracked that one kid's head open
swore in gym class
kicked the bully
slapped my sister
pushed my mother
(And no one could figure out why)-
But I knew why;
mother and father stayed up
every
single
night
and all I can remember is
screaming, fighting, punching,
throwing
blood
bruises,
and mom would do one hell of a job
cleaning it up before the
government came to take us away.
The depression started in middle school
sometime around 4th grade,
when my anger
  the end of another nightI want to sit in the woods
As the sun rises-
I want to feel the sky wake up.
  amarant|redand they,
they are searching for the next
drop of amarant red
         to whet their
         lips-
i will just have to
       take pride in destroying
       myself. a winchester
pocket knife bows afore
            the soft shoulder
            of a statue;
i grimace, half-grinning
and sensing a slight trickle. the
    uproar of the
         audience is
         deafening. pricks
         on the tips of the eardrums,
         hisses of serpents spitting
         venom. this isn't enough-
         they shriek; they ask; they
         insist- what does the
         inside of my head look like?
         i obli
once upon a time, there was a girl -i will start with my toes:
paint them black like ocean depths,
turning purple-blue and back again
past my knees, thighs holding schools
of fish, hips holding shores;
my stomach and chest will be brilliant
in yellow-orange blazes of stars, setting finally;
shoulders turning red like warring
skies, sunset settling softly on
a neck painted purple, black-blue on cheeks
and eyes like moons,
luminescent from reflected light;
and my eyelids will not hide these rocks,
hurtling comet-fire into the depths of
hair painted in galaxy-clones,
stars spreading out on flat eternity, shining;
blacker than midnight
(for time has no meaning in space) and
finding solace in silent sunrises, all around;
(and on the day i paint
myself into canvas miles, i will find
that these skies can set me)
free.

these shoulders didnt have the tongues to lie withi make jokes / about my language / but the truth is / every word i've ever spoken / is the word / "love" / masquerading / as something else / everything i have ever touched / in anger / melted away / and crumbled / and reformed / into something bigger / than an atom / the ocean holding / all the weight / of your body / your bones each / a single sky / holding up / a body / atlas / at last / in reverse / and earthquakes / do not exist / your skin / does not exist / your skin / loves you / your shoulders / roil / and are to be trusted / your shoulders whisper / that they love you / and you / will live / forever
   
until next time lovelies :rose:

Activity


247 deviations
  • Mood: Distracted
  • Listening to: Take Shelter - Years and years
  • Reading: dA
  • Watching: America's Got Talent
  • Playing: just dance 2014
  • Eating: brownies
  • Drinking: orange fanta
hello hello. long time no see. I don't really have an excuse for the lack of updates and writing. I just got into this funk of not wanting to write or do anything really. but I've been forcing myself to write and shake the cobwebs off. I'm gonna start back on my 100 Theme Challenge and I'm gonna be doing some pieces for BeautyInRawHumanity for the new theme in June. I'll post the link to the journal once June rolls around. I also think I'm gonna try and post more traditional art? would you guys be into that. other than that don't really have any other updates. oh I guess other than the new 'do. 
~
hello there. by crystallized-skies
~
I was just tired of the old mane so I got it lopped off. Roughly 10 inches.
For anyone interested you can see a comparison here: Hair Cut Before and After

Okay now for some meme procrastination, as stolen from That1PersonYouForgot 

GREEK GOD MEME

Aphrodite: What you find attractive in a person:
Kind heart, sense of humor, honesty, pretty eyes, challenging mind, witty

Apollo: Favorite piece of music:
One can simply have one favorite piece of music so have a few:
Second Chance - Shinedown
Life in Color - OneRepublic 
Doubt - twenty one pilots

Aries: Opinion on war:
Often times unnecessary. 

Artemis: Favorite animal and why:
Penguins because they're friggin adorable

Athena: Share a piece of wisdom:
Keep your head high. The waters may rise but you won't drown. 

Dionysus: Red, white, or rose:
Red

Demeter: Favorite season and why:
Fall. Cool weather. Cozy. Halloween. My birthday. Leaves. 

Eros: Describe your crush:
Which one? 

Hades: Do you believe in life after death:
I do. 

Helios: Opinion on tanning:
Nope. I burn, look like a lobster. I don't tan. 

Hephaestus: Do you think disability can ruin a relationship:
No, of course not!
Hera: Opinion on feminism:
It exists. I support it. Some people are extremists. 

Hermes: Last text you sent:
"jesus take the wheel"

Hestia: Describe your ideal house:
Nice cozy, tidy, has an art room for me. 

Pan: Opinion on gay rights:
They have rights like everyone else and should not be denied life, liberty, or the pursuit of happiness. 

Persephone: Is climate change really a thing or is everyone just overreacting?:
It's a thing that desperately needs to be attended to. We only have one Earth and we're currently screwing ut up. 

Poseidon: List three fears:
Dying, Being alone, spider. 

Zeus: Three places you want to travel to:
London, Berlin, Seattle

And now onto some love. I've been collecting pieces to feature and I feel like now's the time. 
Visit these people's pages. Show them some love. :heart: 

acid trip.I stood holding back tears
like a guillotine against the wall,
praying that my heartbreak was a foreign language, that
this betrayal was a blade beneath my skin, invisible.
and in one moment I swear
I understood all the pain in the world.
I knew why I had let death roost
between my shoulder blades,
I knew why children grieved their tiny pets
and buried them in shoe boxes;
I understood mothers
leaving their children behind at parks,
I understood all those skinny boys smoking
and holding tight to women who cried,
I understood crowds with shaking hands
trying to breathe but forgetting
and trying to hit that high but missing
over and over and over again,
I understood why people lied,
fell out of love,
dyed their hair,
cut their skin,
hid their tears.
suddenly all this sadness that had been
around me all my life became real,
and I hated it,
I hated that it was real
so I cried for every single
lonely beaten person out there
and it still won't make a difference.
and he is a single drum beat,
  little momentswe sit together half-naked 
on your dilapidated
sanguine shag carpet and
laugh with tears in our eyes as we
unravel the threads
driving fingers into nylon flooring
and i'm trying to tear apart the ground we stand on
because you've been teasing me for the past month and
i don't know what solid ground is anymore
and all i can see is the way your eyes
glow with their evergreen and
and all i can smell is the champagne
on your breath
(even though you were drunk
well before we kissed wine glasses)
you've always gotten off on
city lights dancing in the nocturne 
because you're a suburbia girl lost in new york
and you can't stop looking at the
iridescence of skyscraper windows
to notice the corporal machine inside of these buildings
but i'm a city woman
and i know better
your sloppy lips on mine
doesn't make this the beginning of our lives together
this poem is not our genesis
this is not the climax that i've been
waiting to give you for months now
but god damn
is it wond
  SongbirdShe was blind, but could see
everything. Nothing held back
the girl with moonbeams for eyes,
feeling the gardens she walked,
through dozing dewdrop buds,
and stepping from tangerine
puddle to tangerine puddle,
rippling away rain clouds from
the sky at her feet, as she shook
constellations from her hair,
while birds sang from her throat.
  storm the world like wildfireyour eyes were granite,
your hands were gentle african plains;
your sighs felt like ocean breezes, warm,
salty and foreign to me;
(your lips tasted of korea, brazil, taiwan)
small wonders and empires springing to life
under my dying galaxy tongue,
your collarbone was the great wall of china,
strong enough to withstand centuries of
war
you were newer than i was
in the sense that you
were stronger and fearless and always
ready to adventure;
you were a raging lion,
demanding imperium,
raging crimson.
i was a mere girl, little, with a quaking voice and
a mind full of wishful thinking, dark grey
  these shoulders didnt have the tongues to lie withi make jokes / about my language / but the truth is / every word i've ever spoken / is the word / "love" / masquerading / as something else / everything i have ever touched / in anger / melted away / and crumbled / and reformed / into something bigger / than an atom / the ocean holding / all the weight / of your body / your bones each / a single sky / holding up / a body / atlas / at last / in reverse / and earthquakes / do not exist / your skin / does not exist / your skin / loves you / your shoulders / roil / and are to be trusted / your shoulders whisper / that they love you / and you / will live / forever
you'd own me (#17)four piece compilation
in a box set made for one,
purchase my remains
in a metacarpal tunnel
and see the light
that shines 
from my open mouth,
heart pulsating
where my tongue sits;
sheathing affection
with love at the hilt.
i've choked down
these (s)words long enough;
i'll gladly impale myself
in a final gust of
blood-covered coughing
lungs as i regurgitate
and repeat my affections,
my affections,
my affections,
my affections
because i am a broken
record player.
that i'd love to tame
or die trying.
  Rain-boyRain-boy the summer sun has dried you up, leaving puddles as
piles of salt, rivers as dry rocks, barren weeds and broken glass.
Rain-boy, the summer breeze is stiff, it sits in my room heavy,
curling in the corner with constant heaving sighs and i cannot
ignore him. you were always soft, a gentle tapping at my window,
a light humming on the roof when the night fell and you fell and i
fell asleep. i loved falling asleep in your arms, dreaming of kaleidoscope
stained-glass ponds, your grey eyes, your grey skies, you you you.
you were autumn and winter and spring, a gentle metronome, a
constant in my memories, leaning on the windowframe with a book
in hand, as i blew on hot tea wrapped up on the sofa, daydreaming
about dancing under yellow umbrellas. but summer breaks us with
languid heat, breaks in with stifling air, leaves us nothing to breathe,
nothing to see. i swelter, going from bed to fan to window and back
again as you evaporate.
and now, when we meet again in the unbearably hot s
viole(n)tdon't     smile     too     wide     or he'll see the lavender stuck between your teeth
 purple smiles are so 
ugly especially when you've got telephone wires wrapped around your tongue
but you still can't find a strong enough signal to talk today its pathetic the
 splits arc  against your lips thorns jamming out from the insides 
of your cheeks theres no hiding those holes where love crawls out at night
for a drink and a fuck and a healthy beating before staggering back into
your bones your love needs to be half-dead and whole-drunk to survive a moment
inside you your love is gored and somewhere along the line it lost its right arm to the
horrible gears  in your brain it was trying to give itself away again
to someone who didn't care and it made a mistake and so another piece of your love was
ripped away your love its wretched and dresses in blood-cake
  LethePersephone, you’d
be proud of me:
I had the pomegranate
boy, and I swallowed
him down with red teeth,
the perfect cannibal of air
and everything which
made his organs strike twelve
and bloom into the most
bloody serenade.
(Persephone, don’t be mad
at me: I might just have
become Hades)
  ConversionThe moment I saw you, I was already
calculating the space you fill, algebraically,
doing the dimensional analysis,
both awake and in my sleep
until, over the arc of our tenure as lovers,
I accepted the mathematical sums,
and it continues to elevate and meander,
cranial orbits, and biological chemistry.
You defy physics for why it's this way, and
being together creating another chemical reaction
when it comes to how I mirror you, turning into
windows, to cross over and meld into 3D.

4-12-15i
won't
be
sad
if
we
die
young
together;
we
could
burn
our
image
into
the
night
sky
because
i'm a
hopeless
romantic
who
wants to
walk
among
galaxies
with your
palm
clenching
my wrist
as we
fall
down,
down,
down
into
a zigzag
supernova
lying
beneath
our feet
(barefoot)
where
only
the
stars
and my
presence
can
light
up
eyes
ever so
phenomenal;
for
they
belong
to you,
no doubt,
as the
moon puts
itself
to
shame
and the
planets
bow
before you,
leaving
their
satellites
to
gravitate
towards
the
sun;
but even
a
gargantuan
star
would
blush
from your
magnificent
aura.
they'll
all
revolve
around
us
because
stargazers
are
known
for
receiving
the
universe
in
their
fragile
hands
  'Cause God Gave Me Flippers5'6" and can't wear heels
'cause God gave me flippers.
He also blessed me with big bones
but I consider it a curse.
I've always wanted to fly
and I would settle with running,
but flippers are made for swimming.
I move too much
but lose so little-
Ever since I was a child
I've always been 'a little bit bigger'
than those pretty girls on the playground,
so I hid in the trees
and called the shade my home.
From an early age I learned
that jealously and anger were the answers
to everything in life,
so it was no surprise when I
cracked that one kid's head open
swore in gym class
kicked the bully
slapped my sister
pushed my mother
(And no one could figure out why)-
But I knew why;
mother and father stayed up
every
single
night
and all I can remember is
screaming, fighting, punching,
throwing
blood
bruises,
and mom would do one hell of a job
cleaning it up before the
government came to take us away.
The depression started in middle school
sometime around 4th grade,
when my anger
  the end of another nightI want to sit in the woods
As the sun rises-
I want to feel the sky wake up.
  amarant|redand they,
they are searching for the next
drop of amarant red
         to whet their
         lips-
i will just have to
       take pride in destroying
       myself. a winchester
pocket knife bows afore
            the soft shoulder
            of a statue;
i grimace, half-grinning
and sensing a slight trickle. the
    uproar of the
         audience is
         deafening. pricks
         on the tips of the eardrums,
         hisses of serpents spitting
         venom. this isn't enough-
         they shriek; they ask; they
         insist- what does the
         inside of my head look like?
         i obli
once upon a time, there was a girl -i will start with my toes:
paint them black like ocean depths,
turning purple-blue and back again
past my knees, thighs holding schools
of fish, hips holding shores;
my stomach and chest will be brilliant
in yellow-orange blazes of stars, setting finally;
shoulders turning red like warring
skies, sunset settling softly on
a neck painted purple, black-blue on cheeks
and eyes like moons,
luminescent from reflected light;
and my eyelids will not hide these rocks,
hurtling comet-fire into the depths of
hair painted in galaxy-clones,
stars spreading out on flat eternity, shining;
blacker than midnight
(for time has no meaning in space) and
finding solace in silent sunrises, all around;
(and on the day i paint
myself into canvas miles, i will find
that these skies can set me)
free.

these shoulders didnt have the tongues to lie withi make jokes / about my language / but the truth is / every word i've ever spoken / is the word / "love" / masquerading / as something else / everything i have ever touched / in anger / melted away / and crumbled / and reformed / into something bigger / than an atom / the ocean holding / all the weight / of your body / your bones each / a single sky / holding up / a body / atlas / at last / in reverse / and earthquakes / do not exist / your skin / does not exist / your skin / loves you / your shoulders / roil / and are to be trusted / your shoulders whisper / that they love you / and you / will live / forever
   
until next time lovelies :rose:
85 deviations
Roots by crystallized-skies
Roots
Though my bones ache underneath the dried ink and clotted dirt that clings to my tight paper skin, my roots will one day sprout anew. 

For hopeburnsblue's May Theme: wabi-sabi for BeautyInRawHumanity

Done on 11x14 Sketch Paper with watercolor, acrylic, and pastel pencils. 
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