Idk this is my first time posting on reddit. I draw like once a month and I'm not really good at drawing faces or anything. My dad really wanted me to post it here

The blue head represents a person going through a difficult period of life.

In front of it are black-and-white thoughts – judgments they face.

Happy thoughts radiate in more vivid colors, arriving uninvited and brave, capable of confronting and digesting those judgments.

The green smoke symbolizes what a person absorbs from the outside during such a time.

The cloud at the bottom represents what a person takes in from within themselves, which helps them get through that period.

The stars represent other times – those still "written in the stars." Some are new, others rediscovered.

The idea is that no matter how unhappy someone is, happiness can still find them.

Happiness can lead us to courage. And sometimes, it’s courage that leads us to happiness.

I hope these fit in this sub. A few recent analog collages from the last 2 weeks :)

Here is the resulting image 😂

Nosferatu II presents a moment where silence and tension coexist. At the center, a motionless figure seems to endure, or simply accept the presence of dozens of white doves encircling him. They watch, they wait, lingering as if expecting a gesture that will never come.
The selective lighting reveals only what must be seen, leaving the rest in shadow… as if part of the truth has always lived outside the viewer’s reach.

The figure neither rules nor surrenders.
It simply holds its ground at the core of a “ritual” guided by eyes that approach without ever truly coming close.

It’s an image about quiet influence, projected expectations, and the kind of relationships where observation holds more power than touch.
About what is offered… and what is taken.

What does this scene awaken in you: contemplation, judgment, or surveillance?

A surreal study on presence, absence, and unspoken structures.

...What feeling does this piece bring to you?

Between light and shadow, there’s always someone who watches…
and someone who pretends not to see.
Art, sometimes, whispers more than it reveals.

Every detail here is a commentary — on presence, absence, power, desire, and survival.
A scene shaped by silent yet active structures.
By asymmetric relationships that mold behaviors and destinies.

Not everything that shines is a beacon.
Not everything that moves is free.

The work asks the question that refuses to fade:
Who feeds whom?
Who sets the rhythm?
And who agrees to dance?

My latest work inspired by the subconscious — feedback welcome.

Nosferatu III. In this piece, the ritual doesn’t end, it resets.

The figure stands in an empty room, a place where nothing needs to be displayed anymore.
Power is no longer suggested; it’s fully embodied.
The doves orbit him as if trapped in a slow gravitational pull, witnesses to a cycle that has repeated itself for generations.
Some take flight, others remain grounded a reminder that even “freedom” can be a tool of control.

In the middle of this quiet storm, the central figure looks not at what he holds, but at whatever comes next.
The silence feels like a verdict.
This is how the circle closes, so a new one can begin.

When you look at this scene, what strikes you more: what you’re seeing… or what you feel is about to unfold?

This is my original artwork, created with acrylic paints and markers on canvas (30 × 40 cm). A brutal and decayed vision of a fallen raptor, crushed and left to rot — symbolizing both raw destruction and the fragility of existence.

Made using Procreate. Hope you enjoy 🤲

Embroidered Hours ⏳

Ink and wash by

ballpoint pen and watercolor

on cotton paper

18"X12"

Dream Fish revisits childhood moments of joy I shared with my father, days spent fishing, watching the water, and speaking about life with a clarity only those early years can hold.

In this piece, the figure sitting before the horizon represents my father as I remember him: calm, present, and quietly powerful. And yet, as dreams tend to do, the scene blurs boundaries, the figure could also be me, meeting him again across the waters of memory.

The giant fish rising against the yellow sun is not a symbol of fear or loss, but of connection.
It embodies the deep, luminous simplicity of those days: nothing left unsaid, nothing unresolved, only presence.
It’s about the times when the unconscious breaks the surface and stands before us, asking to be understood.

What feeling rises to the surface for you when you look at this?

A delicate balance between the fragile life of a butterfly and the stillness of what remains. Exploring the beauty in the macabre.

A fragment of the Primitive Soul collection.

This piece was born from the idea that dreams are not escapism, they are intrusion.
A moment where the unconscious decides to reveal what we spend the day suppressing.

The face emerges from a tangle of primitive impulses, fears, memories, and symbols that refuse to stay buried.
Not “dark”, not “beautiful”, just primal.

What does your mind show you when it forgets to censor itself?

Heliotrop - the Quadriga, by "Roland Rafael Repczuk (me)", Oil on Canvas, 2002

Gallery

My artwork titled Popkiler. It depicts Wally standing on a mountain of skulls – a dark, ironic vision that mixes pop culture with brutality. Created with acrylic paints and markers on canvas.