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Sentient Flower goes for a stroll.

I actually said it to my child (while backing away from her) when she tried to pet my stomach after I ate a lot of falafels. Decided it was a good advice if you want to stay on my good side. https://www.instagram.com/p/CUGGH12B8_s/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

This star is dying, but had a good run of several million years. Soon it will share its knowledge.

Cosmic bird incubates the earth.

Strange creatures of their respective planets meet on a new fruitful planet to create a peaceful community.

I’ve been busy working on a children’s book with my characters from @amousenamedpeter. It’s a tribute to my father, who passed last year, about the night many moons ago when he built a swing set for me. Here’s page 1

Just wanted to try out a different art style.

Ink, charcoal and carbon pencil on paper

Black cat for Valentine Day

This shriveling half onion has been in my dirty fridge for a week.

World gone to hell Sons duaghters leaving their families homes, dying of a new and namles plague. Where are the gods? And what has become of my hero? I am king, but no more subjects are under my command. A kingdom falls. A new age dawns, the illest omens herald its bitter arrival . God preserve us. We have forasken god, they do not forasake us. This is why we must be stricken with sickness. . . .. … … Weep for me. Weep for all our brothers and sisters. And now every uncreative poet and halfwit bard seeks to make drama of our troubles. We are their muse, their grand epic to tell the children. Fear the virus, dont look away, disturb the dead, praise us for our lies to you. They lead the masses to slay each out of fear. Cry. Yes, cry Cry for your fallen. They will not be returning for you soon. But you are still alive, and for that you shall become stronger. Onward We cannot always bury the dead. Today , time is against us. We move foward, we carry the sorrow, but the ultimate goal is to defeat sorrow. Whatever form this darkess takes, we face it. Unafraid. And unrelenting. Forge on into the night. Not gently and quiet shall be our passing. For, if i am to end, and you likewise, we plant our flag atop the highest hill. We scream our battle cry and let none forget our actions . The very mountains will shake, and echo our last breath. This is my promise. If i shall die, i die as i am now A man. I have decided. So, i die ….. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKXBKF6a2BWVDy_SgMvk8GQ?view_as=subscriber

These are the results from a request to create a piece based on a fathers son's nicknames. The older brother is the moon, second the bear, third the bird. Added the stars as the parents. His first request was of a tattoo of sorts ...but I struggled and my drawings kept turning into children illustrations. I so enjoyed the challenge and it gave me an opportunity to honor the love of family. At the same time, it was hard to associate them into a tattoo:) .

Thanks to all the hard working moms on this Easter, like this hard working Easter bird with it's giant baby.

Watercolour and pencil crayons on watercolour paper

Me-Love Valentine Kitty

Ink, charcoal and carbon pencil on paper

Ink, charcoal and carbon pencil on paper

How I feel before the first sip... second pic is my daughter’s coffee painting - she seems to have followed her stream of consciousness better than me

Monster meets a flower for the first time.

Alien tourist wears the perfect disguise and goes undetected.

Ink, charcoal and carbon pencil on paper

The devil sees something beautiful for the first time.

“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.

Ink, charcoal and carbon pencil on paper

Nothing quite like sitting around a campfire with your best buddies.

Yee-Haw!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIBBljx8_0U&t=1s

This piece was done with watercolour crayons, crayons, fineliner, acrylic paint and a touch of posca. I was showing that love can be blind and sometimes almost arrogant and selfish, the arrow has hit the spot on the second attempt but the scars are still to be seen. Although the person playing cupid aint always an outside force. I enjoy playing with the titles and am constantly changing and thinking of what it will be called when doing the piece, but i do like my wordplay. this one was a play on horticulture and felt it all tied in to the final design :)) This is available as an a3 sized print.