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Black and White chaos emerges when I start working with ink markers...

Last one „ Women of the world

Aunty Babs Adult Coloring Book

Thoughts, Memories & Fun Ideas

colored pencils and oil pastels on black paper

First from the „ Women of the world "

Sometimes when I close my eyes.

(Black biro on a 139mm x 89mm postcard) An artwork that explores shading techniques which are built up until images form to make them more random.

I call this one 'Secret Shoppers'. She's feeling down, so going downtown and shopping helps. The colors and balloons symbolize her mood changing :) Later on, I did end up painting this on canvas in black and white, it's about 54 inches tall, but I still w

Gold City Rising (Sakura Gold Gel Pens on Acid Free Black Paper 220 GSM)

Stares

Another mandala. 005 Micron black ink and graphite On heavy card stock

Commuting doodle, done with fineliner and highlighter pen in Hahnemühle pocket size sketchbook

(black biro on a 75mm x 125mm post-it note) That never-ending search for life on other planets.

(black biro on 74mm x 105mm card) When there were more pubs, you'd see many a wandering drunk around the streets at chucking out time. Zombie-like beings with only a strange homing-pigeon instinct left as intelligence.

A vibrant, hand-drawn urban sketch capturing the quiet magic of a black cat wandering through a Mediterranean-style alley. Featuring warm orange and yellow hues, loose marker strokes, and a whimsical atmosphere, this piece brings the warmth of a European summer right into your home.

Finally getting back into the swing again , heres my p40 drawn out on the canvas . I inked it so hopefully the details will show through when im painting it ...

It got cold very quickly and the fog was there, moving thickly around us, shutting us in on all sides. The smooth swell rolled out of the fog, crawled under the raft with a swallowing movement and rolled back into the fog the other side. .... Albert picked it up by the neck and looked at it, and it began to screech and flap one wing. Let it go! I shouted. Everything looked so terrifying with the fog and the black water and the bird creeping around and screaming that I was beside myself and said: give it to me, I'll hold it in my lap, we must make it well again. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

I turned the key and waited. After a while the door opened of its own accord, very slowly as if someone inside the wardrobe was forcing it. And then the black tulle skirt poured forth and the door stood still. I did the same thing several times. Each time Mummy's tulle skirt opened out as it is was alive. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson