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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.
Nothing.
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. 
Yet.
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-
Did some replying.... I was just a year and more late. Not bad eh? ^^;
P.S.: I'm sorry :S
My heart goes out to the families of the victims. ''What they did, did not silence them. Did not silence us. Instead it only made us louder.'' 
JE SUIS CHARLIE.
The Nightmare come true by Chukapix
The Nightmare come true
So, mayyybeee this needs some explanations :giggle: 
From left to right, Sleipnir (Loki's son), Pitch's nightmares, frogsfortea , Loki, Pitch, Grumpy Cat, North.
Pitch his nightmares and North belong to Dreamworks (Rise of the Guardians)
Loki (this version at least) belongs to Marvel 
The rest (of us) is free :meow: 
So Loki managed to make Pitch smile even if it's Christmas(!!!!) (I find it adorable :love:) by stealing North's sledge!! :giggle: 
The nightmares were supposed to have the ''fake reindeer horns'' but I'm horrible at perception (as seen above) so you'll have to imagine them :giggle: And I tried to put the Santa Clause hat on Pitch but he refused so, better not make him angry :fear:
And Loki tends to get his maniacal instinct to rule over the world ''spill out'' when he gets excited...
:iconlokilaufeysonplz: : ''Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more...'' :facepalm: 
Pitch's working on it...
I'm not sure if on the behavior... or on the world domination...................... :fear:
The colors are lame because I didn't test if two different kinds of pencils could mix together. (I usually always do, I have a paper with to try on first, but NO. Not THIS time.) 
It's a gift (a part of it?) for frogsfortea and basically fanart of her High Pitch Low Key series. Which rocks!!! If you haven't already, check it out IMMEDIATELY!!! :la: 
I hope you like it!!!! :la: :hug: 
And oh, 
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! I hope North manged to deliver your gifts before Pitch took over :giggle:
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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.
Nothing.
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. 
Yet.
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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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:
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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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Miracat Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
My pleasure :D
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Heercums-N-Oxymoron Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2014
Thanks for the fav! :)
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Chukapix Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
You're welcome! (sorry for the late reply ^^;) :hug:
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Heercums-N-Oxymoron Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2015
Oh that's ok :hug:
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frogsfortea Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2014
Sweetie, on this un-godly hour I'm getting crazy...! :XD: (nothing bad, no worries!
just a lil bit of an hectic time...hopefully I'll tell you everything this weekend!)
But speaking of which...(I know you have a radar or something and you never fail
to rat me out whenever I'm planning something for you *STAREFACE* :stare: )
but I have to ask you (and ruin the surprise ...sigh) you didn't receive anything these days?
:giggle: I don't remember if there is a "portineria" at your place or something like that (and now
I'm afraid I got the address wrong!! :fear:) also I'm not sure about the delivery time..errr
Bye! bye have a safe trip! :wave:
sorry, I was saying goodbye to the surprise effect :facepalm:
So, as I was saying...have you been at home these days? I said I wanted it delivered in the evening
(thought I had more chances this way XD) but I don't know what the exact time schedule is...
anyway I'm probably over-eacting..there's still time (well, within tomorrow evening supposedly XD)
but since I'm sure you would have told me if you did receive it...Ok I'll shut it now and go to sleep because it's...
5.17 am :omg: oh dear...I'll be dead tomorrow..today..later anyway XD
I'll shut it! Love you to bits sweetie and hope you are dreaming now! :heart: :heart: :heart:
Hope to hear from you soon!!
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Chukapix Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
OH NOEZ YOU DIDN'T!!!!! 
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAA YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW DO I FEEL RIGHT NOW let me calm down. 
*inhale-exhale*
So. 
My radar was working apparently. Because I felt that my casella postale was somehow staring at me differently. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
And NO. You didn't ruin the surprise!!! You made the whole thing sweeter!!! You know the feeling of ''it's X days before *something very important*'' you know how do you feel those days??? It's easier to wake up, hell, EVERYTHING is easier and exciting! :la::la::la:
So the surprise is STILL HERE AND IT'S EVEN HUGEEERRRRR!!! (and if you have to blame someone for ''letting the cat out of the bag'' blame it on our indestructible connection!!!! she whispered it to me =P even if I tried to ignore her. :no:)
And I still get to discover WHAT is EXACTLY that I'm waiting forrrr!!!!!!! :iconexcitedlaplz::iconexcitedlaplz::iconexcitedlaplz::iconexcitedlaplz: (I'm so excited I wrote :iconsuperexcitedlaplz: firstly x'D)
ANYWAYZ!!! If it's more then 3 days, (taking out Sundays and depending on the time of the day you sent (you lovely, lovely, lovely bastard :heart: Have I ever told you you're melting my insides and tho only thing that holds me up is the energy of our connection?) maaaayyybe we shoud worry! I REALLY HOPE I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY BECAUSE IF I HAVE TO I'LL GO TO THE POSTA MYSELF AND SAVE IT FROM THE DOOM AND IF IT'S MACERATA-TRICERATA OR WHATEVER I'LL SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE RISTAURNDO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But first things first (no. I won't sing that one) where did you send it? (cause I zoomed down to check the posta because the postino arrived 15 mins ago, and still nothing) Croatian or Italian address? Because if it's Cro, then probably if it arrived my lovely parents forgot about it, or (knowing Croatian poste it's still on the way) Ok. Nothing there too. I called.  
But if it's It... It took 3 days from Ts to Mi soo... :S I put wrote you my It address on the busta... I hope it was leggibile and that it wasn't my fault!!! 
And second did you write your address on the busta, the mittente address? You put it there so if shietz do happen they send it back to you and don't destroy it! 
So... 
I have no clue... 
I know I have no stalkers like you =P but I'll avoid putting my address on here I'll send THEM both in the note :)
OHMYGODICANTWAIT!!!!!! adding the fact that we'll talk this weekend which kept me on the 7th sky FOR DAYS :heart: (Install Skype on every thechnological thing you own so I can SEE you finally! :heart:
Evening? Delivered? Wait. It's like a box????? WH-WHAAAAAAAAA media.giphy.com/media/7Am7Ydb6…
If it's true. I'm going to kill you :heart: (you know I can't but I can... I can... I don't know. I can't do anything to you. I :heart: you too much. ccc) 
AND GOOD LUCK WITH THE LUCCA COMICS THING !!! 
I wanted to ''shout'' ''and now go to sleep'' but I can say now good morning sunshine now, can't I? I hope you slept in late and slept well :heart: 
I love you you lil'Loki's assistant.  
:heart:
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frogsfortea Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2014
ok...ok...14 minutes ago you were here, dare I hope that is still true now?? I'm overjoyed to have received a note from you and I'm only restraining myself in the hope to catch you still here!!:la:
Ok no, truthfully I read it (but quickly) and I've see just the info I was hoping for..this weekend.
You are in Ts.
You keep yourself free ok?
Free as a bird.
Please!!
I'm booking you for the weekend! :la:
:heart: :heart: :heart:
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Chukapix Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Ok, now that I absorbed unhealthy doses of kisses and hugs and stored the rest for the dark winter days I'm here again =P ! :XD:
I'm telling you, I'm SO SORRY I missed you yesterday! 
I hope I am degna of your perdono for my absence and 
I'LL KEEP HITTING THE F5 KEY TILL IT DIES! or at least until you write me you're here and we can TALK ALL NIGHT LOOONG!!! I'LL BE PREPARED THIS TIME! Food, coffee and... Nero d' avola perhaps? To celebrate!!! :party: :party: :party:
I'm starting the preparations for my sacrificial (no victims, apart from my old physics books :XD:) ritual to Loki so he may grant us good internet, free houses (or at least to keep the others away from us :XD:) functioning computers and in general a mischief-free day and/or night!!!! :worship::iconkneelplz: 
I love you and I can't wait !!!!
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