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Taking this pic was challenging finding the right light for the moon and the stars pop up more imo and my frog was hard to color but I love how the lake came out with the shines from the moon and fireflies. I even took the time to paint some tall grass and reeds in the background ^^ hope you like!

These are a couple of my character designs for a comic type of project I was working on. What do you think? Hopefully, theres more to come! ^^

One of my first works actually. I think I have a bad habit of apply the paint on pretty thick... Idk. But I still liked its finish ^^

Too lazy for eating

I decided to go freestyle today and sketched 2 of my favorite characters from an anime I love, as a whole heart. I guess you could say that I "ship" these two together, so I was given the passion to make this, today. I hope one day I could do half and half as humans, rather than hearts, one day.

I love to use simple line to guide you into the unlimited possibilities fashion world.

My amazing boyfriend. ^^ first time doing this kind of painting. Thought it came out pretty good ^^ blending became challenging particularly for the shines of the skin. But over all, Im pretty happy with it ^^ hope you like it ✌

A digital doodle inspired by another song- The Age of Giant Monsters, by Stagnant Project, a rather new metal band worth checking out

Sketchbook work. Hands convey a surprising amount of emotion, which is the reason I love drawing them.

From the "Seeds" series, ink on paper, 8x11 in.

Pig likes rose

Fineliner portrait of Bracken, a German Sheppard Labrador cross

Rest in Power

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.

I have a lot of work to do with these pastels, but they are fun!

Wakanda forever

Still playing with ballpoint pens. This time, I tried a “scribble” drawing, holding the pen way back on the shaft and making little circles and scribbles….then layering them over and over. It was actually very liberating and fun. I did this on a Canson sketch paper….which didn’t wear through, but did buckle a little towards the end.

Sore wrist makes for slow productivity. This is once again Amar and Augustine. This time in a different setting. When my hubby and I play with these characters we end up sticking them into different settings and situations just to see how they will behave and how their relationship develops under different circumstances.

Reference photo by @kolja.eckert

I have metal chromatic tape dispenser. I just love the shine on it. lol, I hardly use it, I think I just love the shine.

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.

Check out my instagram to see what I turned this into...#embracingnightmares

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.

Five 40 foot + trees went down around my house back in October 2012. Since 1994 I have lost as many trees on my property as there had been present when I bought the house. Sheesh.