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Crna rupa osijecaja by Chukapix
Crna rupa osijecaja
Ne dopuštaju uporabu ć u naslovu i to je diskriminacija. 
More like crna rupa smeća, tako se osjećam. 
Yay for the feels! -.-''
Freedom by Chukapix
This is how I imagined freedom, how I felt it, when I most craved it. Surely not how I feel now.
But in the end, we're never truly free. 
Hope you like it :blowkiss:
I'm not here, I'm away; I'm writing. 
The two sister Queens by Chukapix
The two sister Queens
...of University. 
As far as my experience goes those are the two main feelings found in every student when they talk about university.
So I imagine them as the two queens the yin yangs of uni. (too lazy to write the whole explanation if you want to know ask)
Hope you like it! 
The relief by Chukapix
The relief
I'm too lazy to come up with a decent name :XD:
It's literally relief flowing out of me, I tried to make it structured and organized but I just let it all go and this happened ^^
Hope you like it!
The extraordinary ordinary by Chukapix
The extraordinary ordinary
AKA the long overdue drawing.
I actually made this one about... 4 years ago? *smh* It just never got coloured so I finished it recently and now I'm uploading it :)
It's kind of a little sister of… (I still have no idea how to link stuff cleary in dA, I'm a n00b)
Don't steal it without asking or at least giving me credit and I hope you like it! :) :heart:
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:
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.

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

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deepgrounduk Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2016
hi, thanks so much for faving Graffiti Street Art, London, really is appreciated :D
ekostag Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for :+fav:ing At the End of the World! :D
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: 
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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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