The Skyscraper to the Moon and How the Green Rat with the Rheumatism Ran a Thousand Miles Twice.
Blixie Bimber's mother was chopping hash.
And the hatchet broke. So Blixie started downtown with fifteen cents to buy a new hash hatchet for chopping hash.
Downtown she peeped around the corner next nearest the postoffice where the Potato Face Blind Man sat with his accordion. And the old man had his legs crossed, one foot on the sidewalk, the other foot up in the air.
The foot up in the air had a green rat sitting on it, tying the old man's shoestrings in knots and double knots. Whenever the old man's foot wiggled and wriggled the green rat wiggled and wriggled. #dailyDrawing #rootabagaPigeons #carlSandburg
(Ps its my 21th / 22th time drawing my oc Junior in my Sneezy art and doodle addict era and thrid 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 still.
(PS 8th junior drawing on sneezy art and forth 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 its one my most inspiringwirks so far! But it's bit if an improvement of last time an few days ago even I took 3 - 4 days aka almost an week to draw this I started it on September 20th and finished it on September 23th 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 or 2 weeks later
I get these random thoughts and ideas. When they come I need to get them out like a parasite that eats you from the inside out. But yes, this one started with the expression and body pose. I scraped the rest of her body because I didn't like it. But since I like strong females that are ready to stand and fight. The more I colored and came to close the picture, I had a thought. Sometimes inside of my head I get too many voices that talk and tell me what I am. Some are truth but some are lies. Well those voices, ARE MANY!Just like Legion, they are many. So this picture describes mental health and spiritual warfare that happens on the daily.
This artwork beautifully reflects the essence of Eco Friendly Packaging Eco Friendly Packaging by uniting nature and design. A simple kraft paper box, tied with organic twine, carries a sprouting green plant that symbolizes life, renewal, and sustainability. The composition turns ordinary packaging into a statement of environmental care, reminding us that every choice can support a greener future.
(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
Ps i hadn't drawn Cleetus from flamingo on their own in an while was his commission pt 1 i drew 3 months ago in the sneezy art era aka last time i drew him sneezy art era and Due is busy drawing other YouTuber flamingo fanarts lolz
Introducing “Home Is Where Your Head’s At” :-)
Starting a new sketchbook as we leave the summer and head into the autumn again… with things like Halloween and Samhuinn rearing their heads it’s liable to sway what goes on here as it always does!
Against the weight of a storm-dark sky, tender stems lean forward—some bending, some breaking, some still reaching.
They hold their fire at the tips, waiting to bloom, waiting to burn, waiting to belong to light.
Perhaps this is all of us:
stretching through shadows,
searching for the thin, golden line that divides earth from eternity.
This is no landscape you could ever stand in.
No observational drawing, no safe horizon line.
This chalk experiment is a dream unfolding in color: a golden field lit from within, a scarlet seam of fire at its edge, and a storm-heavy sky pressing down with ancient weight.
It feels like a place between worlds—where the conscious and unconscious meet, where memory and imagination blur. Some might see a battlefield, others a meadow after rain, and still others a veil between life and death. That is the beauty: the painting does not tell you what it is; it invites you to confess what you see.
Psychologists say we project ourselves onto images like these. So—what do you notice first? The light? The darkness? The burning red?
Perhaps that is not about the drawing at all, but about you.
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