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Hey all! Got my second commission of the year done and its got multiple variants! The concept is based off of a work by the talented https://twitter.com/bastianmage And it depicts Violi being caught in a suspended vacuum sealed sheath. I was very flattered another commissioner wanted to have her drawn!
As always, critique fairly and honestly. If you have questions, feel free to ask! And of course, I hope you enjoy! 😘💜
Cuando la espera se convierte en ansiedad. . . . . . . . . #pencildrawing #aerialsilks #aerialdance #blackandgrey #illustration #pencilillustration #miniature #smallformat #smalldrawings #dropper #drapery #movement #crosshatching #details #suspended #graphite #graphiteonpaper #handsandfeet #body #ciaroscuro #mechanicalpencil #tiempopresente #isaaccm (en Ciudad de México) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqS08-kAjnt/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bph6m0jvptkh
Soplándole al sueño. . . . . #graphite #mechanicalpencil #aerialdance #kids #clothes #blackandwhite #linedrawing #suspended #bubbles #nightsketch #sketchbook #smallformat #details #joy #isaaccruz (en Mexico City, Mexico)
It's the knowing. The certainty. That you will. That you want to. No, need to, move from fantasy to reality, anything, anything at all, to please me.
Ah, the time I will take with you. Your arms tied high. Your legs spread. Dressed in nothing but heels and a collar. Teetering. Exposed. Unsure where you are, only that for the next few hours, every square inch of your body will be touched. At times softly. At times roughly. Your body mine, and by the time I am sated, your soul as well.
Lost and Found
It is the white space, the place between anticipation and the residual pain of marks, of lashes, the moment of it, as it lances through you and the pain does not even cry out, it simply consumes you and there is nothing else, and you are no longer what you believed, not submissive, for that does not matter, not in your own particular kind of love, you are lost and found in it, all other worries exploded, no longer important, a single minded woman finally in a peace you cannot explain, the world around you lost, your soul, found.Â