The grand joke about immortality, was that it was a death by degrees. A younger Itzy would not recognize what she had become, she had changed so much
The dragon she used to be was as dead as if she had fallen into a black hole. Bit by bit she had died while something new took her place. The new Itzy, both blessed and cursed with Immortality.This slow death had occupied her thoughts of late, and soon she would break herself apart, create a thousand dragons where there had been one. Death did not concern her, it had been her constant companion for millennia, as she mourned the naive dragon she used to be.
I haven’t done much digital painting at all over the past few years in favor of inking. Which I’m okay with, over the course of my life I’ve mostly been inking and that’s probably my true art love. I’m slowly trying to do more painting though and it’s interesting to see how much more cel-shaded and sharp it became over the hiatus though.
Current Residence: Behind You|
Favourite style of art: I am currently searching for my style, if found please contact me with its whereabouts.
Operating System: Dual-Core synapse based neural network