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A simple ink sketch of a bird at rest. Sometimes the quiet moments—watching, pausing, waiting—are the deepest teachers. This drawing is part of my exploration of what I call the Quiet Practices—small ways of living from the inside out. If you’d like to see more of my reflections, I share them here: https://forming20.com/

... is a tease for a dwarf; starvation for a giant. x x x This drawing isn't about cakes or Smurfs. People have different needs in life. People have different perspectives and different thresholds for things like fulfillment and pain. x x x "There is nothing in the world bigger than the tip of an autumn hair, and Mount T'ai is tiny." -Chuang Tzu

Weird Character

request for me to draw from a moth or so back, figured it would be a good first upload see how things work in this community

(Ps its my 20th /21th time drawing my oc Junior in my Sneezy art and doodle addict era and secord time in my counter social era but not my first time drawing my sml trans woman Jewish 6'2 woman oc exp I drew her during her now being 8-9 months pregnant btw. (PS 7th junior drawing on sneezy art and third time on doodle addict btw.) *PS photo 1 is better Finished ver then photo 2 is inked ver.* *Ps: it's not my best work yet! But it's bit if an improvement of last time even I took 6 days aka almost 1 week to draw this I started it on September 15th and finished it on September 20th and I liked better than last junior I made last time and better then the inked ver btw!*. (Ps jeffoween 2025 is coming soon like next month

Gnome

Practicing in procreate. Finally got somewhere with this.

My mouth shall be free! You can't oppress me! Toothpaste is crap! So shut your trap!

I get to marry by best friend, Lindsey tomorrow. I spent a year and a half writing and drawing my very first comic book. It was about our life together and how I proposed to her. This strip is an excerpt from that comic.

Lindsey's prompt: Dragon

Jury Duty, June 2013 Fifty of us sat in that room, each one staring at a phone or scribbling in a notebook, killing time. The lawyers asked their questions, picking us off one by one like a slow game of dodgeball. I wasn’t chosen, so I drew instead—earbuds, slouched shoulders, the hum of waiting caught in a few quick lines.