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Model Portrait Art Painting by Oz Galeano Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/arte_ozgaleano/ Comissions: https://www.fiverr.com/s/6WzyVL Donations: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/ozgaleano Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@OzGaleano?sub_confirmation=1 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Ozgaleano Shop: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/ozgaleano/ TIK TOK: https://www.tiktok.com/@oz_galeano Behance: https://www.behance.net/ozgaleano KO-FI: https://ko-fi.com/ozgaleano/commissions

Drawing on gray vellum paper using colored pencil with some acrylic for highlights. Size 8x10 inches

beaver, colour, fun, doodle

Model Portrait Color Sketch by Oz Galeano Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/arte_ozgaleano/ Comissions: https://www.fiverr.com/s/6WzyVL Donations: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/ozgaleano Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@OzGaleano?sub_confirmation=1 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Ozgaleano Shop: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/ozgaleano/ TIK TOK: https://www.tiktok.com/@oz_galeano Behance: https://www.behance.net/ozgaleano KO-FI: https://ko-fi.com/ozgaleano/commissions

A cheerful sun rises over a blue horizon with colorful rays spreading outwards, accompanied by the text "happy new day!" in playful lettering. a vibrant and optimistic piece of art.

While painting this in Santa Monica, I got surrounded by a panel of art experts: https://tiktok.com/t/ZP8jk8RsV/

It was so chilly that I wanted to pack up early but also really wanted to finish painting the Santa Monica skyline

While hiking, I saw a crow so I painted the crow's personality

Spring is always here, streaming from my sketchbook.

Model Drawing Sketch Study by Oz Galeano Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/arte_ozgaleano/ Comissions: https://www.fiverr.com/s/6WzyVL Donations: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/ozgaleano Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@OzGaleano?sub_confirmation=1 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Ozgaleano Shop: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/ozgaleano/ TIK TOK: https://www.tiktok.com/@oz_galeano Behance: https://www.behance.net/ozgaleano KO-FI: https://ko-fi.com/ozgaleano/commissions

Drawing on gray vellum paper using colored pencil. Size 8x10 inches

A tiger in colored pencils .

It has been a delight to share with my students the incredible resource of people. Over the years, I’ve had the great privilege of connecting them with inspiring individuals such as Lois Ehlert, Dave Nice, Gregory Martens, Colette Odya Smith, and—as seen in this “Behind the Professor” sketch—Dr. Gaylund Stone. There’s something powerful about the presence of someone who lives their craft with humility and depth. In moments like these, my students are reminded that more is often caught than taught.

I painted the floorboards of my living room one by one and found myself in an unusual room

A person in a relaxed posture sits in a bean bag chair, grasping a drink while surrounded by the phrase "It's an only exist kind of day." The color palette is cozy, with muted greens and reds creating an atmosphere of calm contentment.

Art was created in acrylics and colored pencils on gessoed illustration board. Size 9 x 11 inches

Somewhere out there are a bunch of butterflies having a conversation about whether they've ever landed on a human, and one of them says "Yeah, it's an acquired taste."

#PleinAirpril Day 1 ∙ When I visited this park a week before, I didn’t see the candy there at first. The second time I visited, I realized they were disguised as trees.

I am an art teacher with a master’s degree—trained by brilliant professors who believed that art could do more than decorate walls. I offer safe spaces for teenagers to grow—nourishing soil where their imaginations can take root. And yet… I am assigned to hallway duty. This is compulsory education, after all. So I sit—posted like a sentinel—watching young lives stream past. “Get to class,” I say with a smile and a nudge. The system wants attendance; I’m hungry for presence. Armed not with a whistle or clipboard, but with a pen— my scribble’s soft insurgency. The hallway stretches out like a geometric hymn. Columns and corners chant structure. Teenagers swirl past—half-formed galaxies of limbs and laughter— their orbits chaotic, their gravity pulling time forward. I begin to draw. Not their tardiness, but their motion. A shoulder. A blur of sneakers. A tilted head chasing freedom. Feet flickering like seconds. Each mark a pulse. Each smudge a breath. My paper becomes a seismograph of seeing— trembling gently through the mundane. This isn’t about making art for a frame or a feed. It’s about refusing to leak away in the fluorescent hum of obligation. It’s a quiet mutiny against the clock. I do this on long car rides, too (passenger side, mind you). Letting the lines grow wild, jagged, and unapologetic. Not for polish— but for presence. This is how I remember I’m still alive. Still growing. Still watching. Still choosing to see. Because sometimes mental health looks like a piece of scrap paper, a moving pen, and the simple, sacred act of marking time with wonder.

It was a gloomy day so I redecorated it

I'm back with this vibe

It’s been rainy here so I painted rain with flowers already included

There’s a lot of waiting in life. Waiting in lobbies. Waiting on answers. Waiting for braces to tighten, kids to grow, hearts to heal, or prayers to be answered. I sat at the orthodontist, watching dollars tighten on tiny wires, and made this sketch. A tree. A house. A street. Color helped the moment breathe. I remember once hearing a chess master say, “There is no waiting in chess.” It confused me—wasn’t there always a turn to wait for? But he explained: “There’s no waiting. Only planning. Plotting. Analyzing. You’re always thinking.” I once repeated that to a FIDE master. He got mad. Maybe because waiting and patience aren’t the same thing. We can be still and deeply active inside. We can pause without being passive. And then there’s Lindsey’s voice in the back of my head: “That sounds like a first-world problem.” “Speak life.” “Be thankful. Rejoice always.” And she’s right. So here’s to filling waiting time with something creative. Something kind. Something that turns a delay into a doorway.

The tulips in my art studio are in full bloom but I’m gonna have to mow my grass again soon.

This park didn’t have enough trees so I painted this ultimate tree.

Years ago, I sketched Gibby at work—pencil in hand, bold strokes alive with motion. I caught them from over the shoulder: just the back of their head, the soft curve of their face, and that focused arm bringing something into being. They were 9 or 10 then, already showing the spark of creativity and concentration that pointed toward who they’d become. Now in their mid-20s, Gibby is thoughtful, insightful—quick to listen, slow to speak, and wired to process the world with care. Their path has been remarkable: two degrees in 2.5 years, no debt. That didn’t happen by accident. It took grit, German immersion schooling, 16 college credits earned in high school, and testing out of 24 more once at university. That’s Gibby—quietly determined, resourceful, and steady. But their story isn’t just academic. Gibby’s always been gifted with their hands—drawn to set design, locksmithing, welding. Trades they wanted to pursue early on, and still feel pulled toward. They’re at a bike shop now. It’s not the dream, but it fits: their hands know how to build, repair, and reshape the world. There’s been frustration—maybe even anger—that we didn’t let them follow the trade route right away. I get that now. Life veers, and sometimes the path chosen isn't the one imagined. But Gibby’s resilience—their ability to adapt and press on—is what I admire most. They’ve embraced their journey with honesty, stepping into their identity as a they/them person, unafraid to define success in their own terms. That takes courage. I’m proud of them—not for a résumé, but for who they are. This old drawing isn’t just a memory—it’s a thread connecting past to present. A reminder that the creative spark, the steady hands, the deep soul I saw back then is still shining. So here’s to you, Gibby: the kid who sketched with fire and the adult who still shapes the world with quiet brilliance. Your value has never been about the path you’re on. It’s about the person you are. And I’ll be here, cheering you on—every step of the way.