I go by Bisho. I'm chronically ill, Autistic, and Physically Disabled. I love Horror Games and Kirby so much. I suck at social interactions online and in person.
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😂😂 explains my whole life...
I’m out of canvas boards. I think to myself.
Then follows a long, elaborate planning process. If I leave work by 6, I can rush to the art store on the way back, and still be home on time. The entire day is spent in a jittery excitement of getting my hands on those damn canvases.
It’s 6:05. I’m at the art store. Soaking in the beauty of my surroundings. I look at the canvases, and if someone observed closely, they would see me drooling. I resist picking up the largest one available, and modestly pick up what I had come for. Eight by tens. Yup, those are the ones I need. How many, you ask? As many as they’ve got in the store.
And then as I casually walk towards the billing counter, I can’t help but notice (because I’m seeking it out) the paint aisle. Didn’t I use up all my white paint!? I don’t recollect, but decide that I have, and pick up a tube. What about texture white? Yup, picked a jar. Oooh would you look at that beautiful turquoise? In the shopping basket.
As I decide that it’s time to leave, I remember that there are only a few blank pages in my travel sketchbook. Walking towards the sketchbook aisle is like opening a can of worms. I know what’s gonna happen, and yet I can’t resist it. Gotta pick up a tiny sketchbook that can fit into all of my purses. So, what do I do? I pick up an A3 watercolour block. Perfect. Oh would you look at that charcoal!? I think to myself, having never used charcoal successfully. I will now. Of course I will.
Three brushes, a painting palette and a set of pastels later, there I am, standing at the billing counter. My eyes glace at a beautiful display of writing pencils. These would be a perfect addition to the seven hundred pencils I already have. Forty five minutes later, I walk out with my bags heavier, my wallet lighter, and I’m smiling. Perfect.
me: i need that copic 72 set
me: i want those winsor and newton watercolours omg
me: holy shit if i don't get those brushes i will-
mind: bitch you draw like shit who are you kidding
i want to talk about the ~feeling~ of making art, forever. drawing these kinda lines is very soothing to me. what it looks like is not as important as the process. that’s why kids are the best artists because they don’t overthink it and just make. they don’t usually ask for an eraser when they want to draw and they’re not building up a whole image in their head before they even start. they’re in the moment, as honest as possible
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Hello!! I hope to make a lot of friends on this blog and make memories worth sharing.
A little about me:
I'm an old soul, I cherish the little things and believe to be true to one's self. I love and care about everyone, must be why I get hurt easy and a lot. Everything to me is black and white. I am very passionate about motorcycles and art. I love science and health related things, and soon to be double majoring in Biology and Paleontology to attend medical school. I've only had 2 art classes my whole life, other than that I taught myself. I hope to get to know people on here and have a few tumblr best friends.
Much love~
Anuk❤