Hi, I know I've been gone for a while I have not given up on my art journey I just haven't posted about it. I Draw & Paint pretty much 4 times a week I've been working on anatomy a lot lately both drawing it and studying it through videos, and books, but this is some of my progress work so far.
I originally drew it on paper but then afterwards I quickly ruined it I decided to draw it digitally again,she's another food person oc,I wasn't supposed to draw her until later on but she was fun to draw
Cross posted to Tumblr:Fun fact: before long,before all of my demon OC's,Ghost OC's, Object OC's etc.I made a scene girl oc since little ole me couldn't cope with the fact that I couldn't be scene at all (family and money reasons) tween me made one.Her appearance now is way different.Shes now afro Latina. I don't remember her original outfit so I made her a new one.Gave her pigtails because why not?I guess she still looks like a stickman because she was one back in the day! finally..she has a name!her name is Chrissy Temple! Wish I still had my old drawings of her I made in Ms paint and in paper lol.I don't know why I keep dreaming of obscure OC's of mine?
(HB pencil on 110mm x 78mm paper) When doing this form of automatic drawing, strange characters and weird objects do take shape, leaving the rest of the image as dream construct.
“Claire!” Elle woke up with her daughter’s name on her lips. Startled, she sat up and looked around the living room with her heart still beating loudly in her chest. A dream, she realized dazedly.
Slowly, she crossed the way to the back door. With unseeing eyes she gazed out into the garden.
She remembered waking up in the hospital six years ago and seeing her husband sitting next to her. She remembered how he took her hand into his and looked at her with eyes full of despair. He told her that the doctor thought Claire might not survive. That she might die before she was even born, die before she had a chance to look into her mum’s eyes, feel a kiss on her forehead, clench her little fist around her dad’s finger, hear them speaking to her without a belly barrier between them… It was a silent, terrible death. It was the death of someone so precious, so innocent, so tiny…
Elle took a shuddering breath.
