beeswing;s distortions of reality in watercolour as symbolism for the mess of memory and reflection on the place you grew up makes it one of my fave pieces of art i;ve experienced

another hazy watercolour dream, this time exploring control and predeterminism as the facade slips away and you become responsible for your own life and actions. blissfully symbolic of transition and adulthood :3

demon;s souls never quite feels parsable on any level and that;s what makes it so spectacular to me, the lack of lore fluff gives much more of a bleak depiction of imperial power faultering under it;s own lust for control. atmospheric masterwork