Been bingeing The Legend of Korra with my 3-year old. He *loves* the intro. In fact, I've caught him "bending" in the kitchen a few times. Cutest. Thing. Ever. Anyway, thought I'd give him his own intro. Meet your new Avatar.
This one is called "Geometric Flower and Vines." I did this very early on in my junior year Astronomy class. I have it available as posters, prints, clothing, and more on Redbubble, Society6, Fine Art America, Zazzle, and Threadless. If you're interested, check out those sites via this link: https://linktr.ee/okhismakingart
This is a very early doodle from Astronomy class (that is once again oriented wrong on here for goodness knows what reason). It started as an attempt to draw a decent cat, but abstract flowers encroached as usual. I have this as a print on Redbubble, Society6, Zazzle, and Threadless. You can check it out at all sites via this link: https://linktr.ee/okhismakingart
Fearful, in discomfort, rapid decaying manner, various creatures may go through such waves in life. To experience, to walk through and try to understand others, to help them. Humans are always in some sort of stress. The world is a very interesting place.
She dances, sings, sways toward the movement of the wind silent in efforts of reaching for the clouds. Hues of wonderful branches arise from the earth to present a walking portray of lively whispers. Amused at the sight of hands locked, a walk begins.
Sometime last year when I went to my village after a while, some of the buildings I saw were now modern, they no more use mud bricks to build. What I saw was like the mud houses are giving way for the sky scrapers.
Reign of discomfort, anger, sorrow, anxiety, and length at severed waves unveil a swarming world of horrors. Whisper deeper in these ears, a looming meadow of loneliness emerges. Brooding mind, depart and lay hidden.
In with disease, a focus in depression, a fear in death, departure along with tundra moon follows. Unveil whisper to engage these thoughts down the darkness. A vessel alone, not kin to wish a farewell nor goodbye. He died alone.
Darkness filled with suicidal motions, a death of a little girl, tears in poverty, and madness further. What shivers await? Alien life forms compose a last symphony.
Dead lady in the arms of lad within cemetery walks of life. Tears greatly emerge to distort the valley of mirrors. Walking, crying, there be a day to repeat itself while sorrow slowly consumes him.
An early doodle of mine from my Junior year astronomy class. I have this up as a print for sale on Redbubble, Society6, Fine Art America, and Threadless.
Dark oceanic blunder focus distance and disturbance fully. Bleeding creature in tears of this manifestation growing. Horrendous branches consume while last thoughts falter, compose this ending formation.
Walking beast consume liquid to twist minds into horrid measure. Running away, outside dark realms, children always seem to suffer. Tears under this bed, in time, will he find you?
The leftover experience of the damaged mind that lack various questions needed to be asked. Early brushes reveal a struggle to relate and speak. Damages on canvas that we witness.
Inability to look deep within motions of identity, to claim further regions, but to hide beneath a truth. Social interaction featured in the removal. Voyage loom near.
Beautiful arms that cradle gentle harmony through the sweet dreams of wonder follow branches into the hearts of night. Tears of happiness lay vibrant meadow. Smiles bloom in garden Earth.
Beaten mention through words that of a dark age reveal vines that bleed into the hearts of many. To present your reflective waves, to be ridiculed by voices lacking the complete understanding. In thoughts, a depression emerges.
A colour pencil drawing using Derwent Artists pencils on thick cartridge paper. I wanted to show the car speeding down the highway, and so tried to make the tress appear as though they are a blur - Many thanks for looking !
Featured removal in this valley of roaming fears, the truth in dreams haunt this region. Compose mind, down the holes of madness present themselves. Tears and insanity follow his pleasure.
Broken heart looking for answers for these sorrows and ravaging wounds. Fear, enclosed but in hope of a guiding reality further. Distance of a lad emerges.
To consume, witness vibrant hallucinations through dark struggles in life. What fears must lurk here? Alone in tundra steps further, thinking of a different age.
