Ilga Jansons' Faves

Mixed media drawing of a genius loci - the protective spirit of a place. Part of an upcoming series for prints, cards, and stuff!

Faber-Castell graphite pencils ; Paper size: A3 I drew based on a photo but differed this drawing from the original picture. Made as an exercise.

8 x 8 on birch wood panel + the original doodles that lead to the painting. This painting brings back memories of childhood.

Watercolor, Ink, Watercolor pencil, Colored pencil, marker, and white pen

I’m finally done! ‘Veronique‘ is done in pencil, on Medium 80 lb drawing paper. She took me about 8 hours to complete. If you are interested in purchasing prints, please visit my website at this link: https://imagineitvirtual.wixsite.com/sedonaequineart and contact me. Any opinions or advice would be greatly appreciated!

Mixed media picture for the "N" page of my alphabet book: Nuthatch, Nest, Nut.

Malik straining to keep the twisting pose. Decided to leave this one as a slightly rough red Bic pen sketch for now. There’s something to be said about the energy found in the work-up drawing.

Ink and watercolor on 30 lb watercolor paper.

Digital

Drawing Prompt Submission

Be gentle to little creatures

digital n traditional,based on pencil,,

I drew based on a photo as a practice. KOH-I-NOOR graphite pencils ; Paper size: A3

The one subject that I don’t like to draw, so I have to force myself to draw them. Whenever I do draw them, they end up looking weird.

Trieste tram

Charcoal on paper. Julie (Dewz) in class.

A little scribble doodle of an owl in my sketchbook. Pen on paper

Drawing Prompt Submission

36 Days of the Via Francigena pilgrim walk recorded in sketch form, 1000 miles of drawing.

Where do I begin with this one? This is a drawing of my dad and I; the picture was taken back in 2006, a happier time, I suppose. I don't commonly think about my dad, I don't necessarily think about how much I miss him or how I wish I could see him again, so it was odd for me to sit and look through old photos. I don't really know my dad; I do, but I don't. My dad was physically part of my life for 10 years, the second half of those were not the best. Mental illness, self medicating for years, debt, heroin, arguments, threats, uncertainty. I feel like I remember the negative more because I was older, my parents couldn't hide it from me like they used to. At the same time, when he was sober and stable, life was good. Life was great, things felt complete. So here I am, 6 years since he died. I don't want to say his image is fading, but I know less of who he was than I did before. I see the good from some (the ones who praise him, who act like he was a saint), and I see the bad from others (the one who felt the pain). I suppose I no longer see my view, my memories aren't there anymore. I don't necessarily feel sad, the anger has faded, and I can't say I'm happy. Maybe I'll figure it out one day, but, for now, it is what it is.