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This is a chibi commission I did ;3 You can get a picture like this for just 3 usd! Comment down below if you want one

Watercolors, gouache and pen.

"Foxed Fruits" is a 36cm x 10cm x 19.5cm x 7.5cm oil painting on custom cut plyboard with acrylic Venetian gold embellishments. This piece is available for sale.

My son gave me a sketch challenge - Scooby Doo. So, I decided to add Kirk, Spock, Arex and some tribbles from Star Trek: The Animated Series.

"The noblest of all dogs is the hot-dog; it feeds the hand that bites it" -Laurence J. Peter

Black and white, graphite (pencil) sketchbook drawing.

Starring Django Django: Marble Skies (2018). Let me tell you a story about chasing dreams and overcoming obstacles. About the recurring feeling of "rain following marble skies". About success and frustration. About fascination and mania. Tricolor linoprint using one lino plate. September, 2020.

Black and white, graphite (pencil) drawing. This is the fourth rendering of this "girl-in-the-rose" image (it's a personal favorite).

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Black and white, graphite (pencil) drawing.

This was Emma Thompson in one of my favourite films, Stranger Than Fiction - she is brilliant! I used just colouring pencils in this one to try out a soft, harmonious look, on the background of blue A4 card. I quite like the relationship between the foreground and background in this piece; had the background been white, I don't think it would have worked as well.

Dragonfly

Inktober Prompt: wisp. Drawing is about 3 x 3.5 inches. White ink on black paper.

Quick sketch out of boredom. I don't have enough paint or a canvas for another project, so.... Here ya go. :p

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I think It's none other than my heart that covers one's eyes. To see, hear, think, and speak as the mind pleases. Mistakes can happen, and some people focus only on themselves and say things they shouldn't say to someone. When someone doesn't live blind anymore and one day can see the real world with one's own eyes, will feel deceived and feel anger and futility etc. I wanted to say that if look at the world with the eyes of heart, Can't see the reality.

August 11th, 2014. The day it all stopped, but the little spark of madness never actually disappeared. I find it funny how I'm fascinated with trying to look into other's minds when I can't even figure out my own.

Mindless doodling to break in new ink pens.

A quick painting and birthday gift for someone I'm very close with. The week is almost done, just in time for it to start again. Here's to the fact that I'll finally get to do double backs on Saturday, and that's getting me through the week. I don't know, today has been great and horrible all at once. I feel like I need to catch my breath, but I can't.

A page from my Writer's Bujo.

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

36 Days of the Via Francigena pilgrim walk recorded in sketch form

Fineliner portrait of Bracken, a German Sheppard Labrador cross

I have many odd objects in my house, but I think the oddest is the 3D printed model of my teeth (with my braces on them). Long story short, these had to be made when I got my retainers, but I was lucky enough to be able to take them and my braces home. (Don't worry, I thoroughly disinfected and cleaned the braces before gluing them on.) I genuinely forgot I had this, so finding them kind of startled me at first.

Something is inside...

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.

I drew it with "Derwent" a graphite pencil, the drawing is A4 size. Upon request, I drew the bunny based on a photo. I wanted to introduce the bunny personality traits, which I did. The owner was very happy for him. :)

Started in 2017, finished in 2018. Have you ever been with someone who made you feel like the only way out of the situation was to kill yourself? I was.