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.
Dr. Rupert Sheldrake : Fascinating scientist
Ginger Cat hiding in garden.
Pandemic caricature self portrait no3.... Waiting for the Muse, or maybe Tears of the Clown?
Simone the very fluffy cat. Pastel on paper. 2020
This is bear 148 - she lived in the bow valley and was relocated several times, but a hunter got the better of her (she still had her tracking collar on) - this is an homage to the animals that are lost to us.
Cats, space, and the usuals.
Colorful eye-catchy butterflies
The source reference image was from an impromptu photo shoot I did several years ago. The available light in the room was magical and the model was just sitting there meditating.
Pencil, Charcoal Pencil, Pastel Pencils on 9” x 12” Strathmore Archival Sketchbook Paper.
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.
The American bullfrog, Lithobates catesbeianus. A tadpole and an adult. The species is a highly adaptable generalist and it has been introduced to all continents. More like this on: https://www.instagram.com/camilojulianc/
I’ve started to feed a couple of strays in my area. Some have clearly been on the streets their whole lives, look very unwell, and have not been spayed/neutered. I wish I could take them all in and get them over to see a vet.
Sketchbooking today, just moved and am unpacking.
I drew based on a photo. It became a little darker than the original. I drew as an exercise. Tools: Derwent graphite pencils ; Paper size: A3
Inspired by Billie Eilish - copycat, watercolor
A page from my sketchbook. I'm currently spending some time studying anatomy and practicing different aspects. This page is dedicated to the eyes. Graphite pencil on paper, (size 14cm x 14cm).
(HB pencil on a 138mm x 88mm postcard) It's more than just a strange laughing cat wearing a monocle. The full description of it is here, on my main art blog: https://www.skavart.co.uk/2020/08/the-laughing-monocled-cat.html ...Although you might regret reading it!
It's a character from Russian folklore. It's a big cat that sings lullabies to make you asleep and eat you after that. Cutie, isn't it?
I enjoy bringing a bit of story-telling and hopefully ambiguity into my drawings. Done with my TWSBI fountain pen and watercolour in my moleskine
Catch the feel
Mighty satellites crashed to Earth. Oceans swallowed up the lands. The World became new . Planet Earth became Illoniri . The people who were not crushed, tried their best to survive, and they did . But what was that like? Living in a world where everything has been taken from you ? Everything but your own life ? No communication, except with the people right next to you. Your own friends and family mutating and changing before your very eyes. Imagine ... gaining magical powers, riding strange and fantastic beasts, forging your own destiny from the ruins of the old world. Exploring the world you thought you knew. A beautiful and pure and young world, born of the ashes of the old one . What will we do to protect this new Earth? What lengths will we go to ? How can we keep our Mother Illoniri safe from evil ? I will fight . We all must fight. We cannot chance our world to be destroyed a second time. But maybe... maybe we don't have to fight? Maybe the reason Earth died and became Illoniri is because all we ever do is fight ? Is the answer so simple? Have humility and understanding, and we may all live? Keeping peace is easier said than done . Maybe we all just need to be kind and our Illoniri will be saved? Only time will tell... Until there is peace, we venture onward. Ever onward, my Untitled Heroes. Ever.
My favorite punk band is Alkaline Trio, this is my graffiti dedicated to them.