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Who am I? by Chukapix
Who am I?
''In this world with infinite possibilities of what we could be, they forgot to teach us to first discover who we are.''
Without that stepping stone we can't pick something that will fulfill us and make us happy.
''Quoting'' myself. 
Inspired by an Omegle conversation with a stranger. 
Hope you like it :heart: 
Naughty Cas by Chukapix
Naughty Cas
Do he got the booty? HE DOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
I think the comic is pretty self explanatory :giggle: =P
I hope you like it ;) :heart: 

Ps Also, there's a typo unfortunately :c
Lilo and Stitch happy birthday banner by Chukapix
Lilo and Stitch happy birthday banner
Made originally for a tumblr follo- friend. :)
Thought I'd post it here too :3
IF U USE IT, LINK TO IT MY dA ACCOUNT Thank you! :blowkiss:
Beware of the moose! by Chukapix
Beware of the moose!
It was funnier to me ''all epoca che fù''... When I first draw it...
Oh well, I was looking for fanart with SammyMoose and AnimalMoose when I realized I couldn't find one single drawing with the two mooses and... This happened! 
Just a silly thing I hope you'll like! ;) =P
Swallowed and forgotten by Chukapix
Swallowed and forgotten
Ever felt like you were about to be swallowed by a cosmic darkness?? (No Thor2 or Spn s11 references :rofl:
It's almost a year old drawing edited yesterday, I'm not to happy with the drawing itself but I like the edited part more or less... :meow: 
So I decided to upload it :)
Interprete at your own will ;)
Hope you like it ^_^
Time marches on. For everyone. It's cruel, cold and merciless. Each and every one of us heard that a THOUSAND times. 
The clock is ticking. You newer know when it's going to stop for you... Me... Them, him or her. 
Today a clock stopped ticking. That clock belonged to my childhood friend.
The person that thought me the most about drawing and made me love it. 
My drawing idol.
And life once again showed it's cruelly ironic side.
My roommate asked me to draw something for her today. 
I did, and I colored it. 
I was so proud of it.
When I finished it.
I got the news. 
And then I realized. 
Almost everything I learned I learned it from him. 
And the colored pencils that I used. 
Belonged to him.


We took our separate ways a long time ago. For no reason, we didn't fight, life just goes on, we grow up.
In the last few years we were just on ''Hi.''. 
Old memories, beautiful, funny, unspoiled moments from our childhood locked and tucked away, like chocolate you take every now and then to lift up your spirits, these memories were there to be told and remembered again and elicit a smile on my face.
At least for me it was so.
I know nothing about his last years of life.
And I can't believe that a person that you haven't spoken with for a decade can leave such a burning hole in your chest when it's gone. 
A month or so ago I caught myself thinking on the meaning of life.
''I wonder... Will I eventually, in the end, on my dying breath shed a tear because I didn't leave a trace in history? Is that the true meaning of life? To be remembered? 
Who am I then?
Who are all of those that took in the abyss everything they did? Everything they were?'' 
In the most horrible way. I got my answer. 
The darkness that embraced me, suffocating me, whispered me the answer. I ripped it apart and grabbed a ray of light to which I'm clinging so hard, to keep me from drowning in that pit of sadness and despair. 
As I mentioned before I know nothing about his accomplishments and achievements. 
But I'm pretty sure that I won't be wrong when I say he was a simple man. A common, simple citizen like every other, not a ''celebrity'' as today's society would define. A common citizen melting and blending in the everyday grayness where we're all the same and yet... So different on the inside. 
That ordinary man was on my mind each time I took a pencil in my hand, and especially when someone would compliment my drawing skills. 
That mediocre man was secretly my drawing idol. 
He newer knew that. 
Who knows if he had the same fear about not leaving a mark in history.
I hope he will be acquainted with what he meat to me. I don't know what to think or what to hope for, comes after death, but I do hope now that at the end we get to know the good things people will remember us for. Things that we'd never dream about probably.
Now I understand what does ''leaving a trace'' mean. For me at least.
If anyone apart from the closest ones to me, will eventually remember something I though them, I showed them, I told them, an act of kindness of mine or anything at all, anything they will tell and remember with a smile on their face I'll be at peace.
Maybe we weren't born to save the world. But we can save an individual, one by one with the simplest acts that we're so often unaware of. And who knows maybe one of them will save the world. 
When they say the meaning of life is ''to be remembered'', I believe I misinterpreted it this whole time.
It doesn't need to be on a global scale. We can live on in every person we ever touched in a way. Maybe we changed their lives with an act of kindness without knowing what we did, and they'll always carry us with them, even if they were a stranger.
Maybe they'll teach it on.
I tried to teach other the little art skills I posses, in that way I spread a part of him and what he thought me in the world. 
None of us brings everything he did and was into the abyss of the forgotten. 
They might forget our names, but a part of us grows with them out there, somewhere.

My friend. I hope you're at peace, you can be sure, oh so sure that a part of you will grow within me until the end of my days. 

The sky is your canvas my friend. And you have all the colors and materials of the world. 
Now go. 
Conquer it.
Show and spread your talent all over it. 
I can't wait to see the most gorgeous sunsets you'll make. 
And we'll know you're out there, happy.

Rest in peace, my friend.

  • Mood: Emotional
  • Listening to: Neki drugi klinci- Đ.B. Caro amico ti scrivo-

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nanadecastro Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
Thank you for faving!!
Chukapix Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
You're more than welcome! :D :hug:
pekeyn Featured By Owner May 27, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks so much for the faves! :+fav: :hug:
Chukapix Featured By Owner May 27, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for your fave! :D
You're welcome! :tighthug: 
ChucklingDevil Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2015
Thank you so much for all of your Faves and the wonderful joy of receiving a Llama Badge!
Chukapix Featured By Owner May 26, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
You're welcome! :hug:
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Miracat Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
OMG, thanks so much for the favs and the watch and the Llama and just :iconspazhugplz:
Chukapix Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hahahahaahahhahahah you're more than welcome dear :heart: 
You're so kind it's the least I could do! :tighthug: Thank you for the watch and llama and everything! :giggle:
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