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.
A dark image that reflects in witness that does not need to be said, understood beneath the horrid reflections for which various creatures through time, present, in future sorrows, harmed to nightmares or death, fractured eyes that seep lands familiar, but rarely be spoken. An image of harsh reality.
Beneath the wonderful realms of expression compose a vibrancy in relaxed waves into the dreams of limbs that enchant the viewers. Ability to portray kingdom of soothing pleasantness, yet a loud inspirational spirit that seems to flow within us all. By these imprints on eyes to the mind, what does one see here?
Consume these branches swollen by humanity fractured in dim lights, though feature promise in deeper efforts of kindness, blood cover our parts closer. Thoughts wonder red fever beneath bones of oceanic memory, to voyage away and try to understand this method. Extinction loom over these motions, while further be the faint reminder of our fate.
I painted this in Regent's Park, London. A yellow rose at sunset featuring a pink contrail in the sky. I have it available as prints, and prints on products on Redbubble, Society6, Zazzle, and Threadless. All sites are easily accessible via this link: linktr.ee/okhismakingart
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.
I've been re-reading the Harry Potter Series, and now am on a quest to do a small illustration for each of the books. This one is from "The Sorcerer's Stone" and features Mrs. Norris, my favorite evil cat.
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.
To be taken away, for with sickness unveil a composed struggle within this life. Lad take creature into the hills of forest brew in hopes of a better life. A last glimpse of her, then, nothing.
Uprooting creature voyage further toward the claim of loud waters emerging. Profound wind amuse these senses accordingly. Beautiful witness proclaim happiness in these walking branches.
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.
Observations from an expedition to the Houston Museum of Natural Science, which features an incredible paleontology hall. I brought with me a pad of sticky notes, a couple Micron plastic nib pens, a set of Copic Markers, my fanny pack, and some headphones. Prehistoric life has been an infatuation of mine since childhood, and there is something very humbling about drawing in the shadows of these fallen giants.
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.
Thoughts carry a weight in this silent wave. Looking for speaking methods, but be the nervous vessel that distance experience. Hidden creature comfort in isolation, creation.
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.
A watercolor painting of Free Spirit roses with an odd, movie theater carpet-like background. It is available as a print on products on Redbubble, Society6, Zazzle, and Threadless. Check out all these sites via this link: https://linktr.ee/okhismakingart
