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From left to right (countries and their names): Belarus- Alena Sokolova Czech Republic-Iveta Cerna Hungary-Maida Valko Ukraine- Olena Karpenko Poland- Albinka Debski Markers and Pens -Sailor Shikiori Dual Tip Brush Pens -Micron Pens -Copic Markers -Posca Markers -Staedtler Double Ended Permanent Pens -Faber Castell Pitt Artist Pens -Gelly Roll Pens -Uni Ball Signo Pens -Marvy Artist Double Sided Permanent Pens -Mark’s Tous Le Jours Ballpoint Pen etc… Colored Pencils -Caran d’ache luminance -Holbein Artist colored pencils -Tombow Irojiten -Derwent Lightfast -Faber Castell Polychromos -Caran d’ache Pablo Etc… Additionally I used Supracolor watercolor pencils, Staedtler Mars Lumograph EE Pencil, and various types of Zebra Pens.

Using a brush pen for the first time

A sweet lier’s face would always carry with a smile, but their heart would always carry with darkness. The Chinese Word on the left means ‘using false and fake sentiment to earn your trust’

it doesn't look like that in real life, I've taken like a dozen pictures to try and get the whole thing in focus, it's driving me crazy

I went to the kitchen to make some tea, still a lot left to do, the night seemed to be long. I looked up the window in front of me. The moon was orange.

This is the lower left corner of a big painting I screwed up when I varnished it , but this part still looks ok ...

I made gift art for https://www.deviantart.com/starlighthawk . Dove, on the left, belongs to them. Aether, on the right, belongs to me.

Left over paint "Favorite Season" Acrylic on Paper

Fifth Sorrowful Mystery: The crucifixion. I made the water and blood appear sorta as when Jesus appeared in the Divine Mercy devotion. Indeed a great act of mercy, his head is leaning towards the Good Thief, St. Dismas, to show his mecy towards him, the other thief refused (Gesmas). We also have St. John the Apostle, St. Mary Magdeline, Our Blessed Mother and St. Longinus, the roman soldier who pierced Jesus' heart with the Holy Lance. St. Longinus was healed spiritually the water and blood that poured forth by this act and believed, proclaiming Jesus to truly be the Son of God. "And when they came to the place which is called The Skull, there they crucified him, and the criminals, one on the right and one on the left. And Jesus said, 'Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do' ...It was now about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour, while the sun's light failed; and the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Then Jesus, crying with a loud voice, said, 'Father, into thy hands I commit my spirit!' And having said this he breathed his last" (Lk 23:33-46). "'Christ died for our sins in accordance with the scriptures' (1 Cor 15:3)" (CCC, 619). Our Father, 10 Hail Marys (contemplating the mystery), Glory be to the Father. #Jesus, #Christian, #Catholic, #Rosary, #Sorrowful, #Sorrow, #Crucifixion, #John, #Mary, #Dismas, #Longinus, #Sketch, #DigitalArt,

Quick 1 hour sketch working with a limited palette for a moody, gritty atmosphere. I always like to think of the story behind a piece before I start, and this one was a reflection of where I see the world going - a dystopian world in which many parts of the city have been abandoned, taken over by urban foliage, and left to ruin as people flee.

Leftover acrylic paint mixed in a cup

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I rarely add colors to my drawings but am dabbling in unfamiliar territory with the Krita app. I am enjoying the ability to add textures as well. For me, it is similar to drawing left handed. This is the same drawing with a different technique.

Quick ink sketch done with the left hand on paper.

This is basically a picture of me and my BFF we are sooo close. I am on the left and she is on the right. I love this drawing and I think everyone should draw a picture of them with their besties because of what's happening in the world right now. #staysafe

The hand was pointing to the tip I left for the hotel maid

my new work! - Here he is, he comes! - Pepe Fajgl said, pointing at the top of the hill. The environment was typical for the territory of a mortician: valleys overgrown with low grass, and with some high ground. Pepe Fajgl and I left the corpse Henri de Functa at the foot of the hills and watched the Mortician as it approaches the dead body at a uniform speed, his beautiful eyes were fixed to the deceased. "It's wonderful," I said to Pepe, - it is certainly longer than 20 meters. - The Morticians are the beings that all the inhabitants of the World of Fantasies respect and love, since they have appeared, the precious earth is no longer polluting with graves and cemeteries, number of burning corpses and then a terrible smell almost came to zero, pollution of the lake and the sea throwing the dead into the water stopped. After Mrs. Death takes life and the soul went away in the wheel of the final verdict, it remains only material, dead, a bit valuable part once alive being, the meat that becomes a problem for family and community. Mortician comes to the dead body of the late Henri, its enormous mouth silently sucked corpse, he turned, and dignity went behind the elevation, the problem was solved forever. A 3 format

The North American Martyrs. From left to right, bottom: St. Jean de Lalande, St. Rene Goupil, St. Isaac Jogues, St. Jean de Brébeuf - top: St. Noël Chabanel, St. Antoine Daniel, St. Charles Garner and St. Gabriel Lalemant. Remember the price our fellow brothers and priests had to pay. #northamerica, #unitedstates, #canada, #mexico, #france, #catholic, #christian #martyrs, #america

It's always fun to come to the Art gallery of the assheads, marginal artists of the World of Fantasy. Today I have seen the picture you are looking at, it made me interesting, as more people worked on it, not considering the picture as a whole, nor the work of its predecessors. Then, out of a large cardboard box, an old man came out and came to me. There were two big holes in the box, so I realized that the guy was looking at me from the box for a while. - Do you like the picture? - he asked. His eyes, red from lack of sleep, staring at me. On the old clothes he wore on himself, there was a stain of color. - I was impressed with - I said cautiously, knowing the unpredictable nature of people who deal with art - Did you do it? His face was stretched into a smile, a few teeth that he had left, flashes from the mouth cavity. - Yes - proudly erect his chicken breast an old man - Inspiration wore me all the time! He looked at me with a look that required my other questions about the image, need to tell any story, to anyone, about his work, was in it taut like a catapult. - What inspired you? - I ask the old man, and he barely welcomed the question and said: - Last week I was visiting my friend Jergon, the King of the Dwarves. (His statement that the mighty King of the Dwarves his friend was so incredible, that it must have been true. Assheads usually have unusual life stories.) "It is well known to you that the dwarves appreciate their privacy, keep their place of residence confidential and may be ruthless if you disturb them. As a friend of Jergon, "the old man says," I have surely passed the territory of the dwarves. As I approached his home, I noticed more and more than the vicinity of his underground apartment - in the old roots - was edited by the gardening techniques of the dwarves. Dwarves worship their king and their nature makes them do something for him every day. For example, to clean the weed and planted rare plants and flowers around his house. Some day they polished the old root under which the King lives. So the environment of his house went out completely artificial, unnatural. The king is angry because he now has no privacy, his home has become like a public park, sweet hide, dear dwarves, was taken away from him. He told me. "Dear friend, if you think it's nice to be a king, you are not right. Everything has its own price." This visit inspired me to paint this work. - I nodding my head as if to understand how much potential was in that situation, so inspiration was a natural consequence. - Art freedom is expressed here - I said to the old man - maybe with the King of the Dwarves, on it, the picture was even more effective. The old asshead looked at me strictly and asked: - Did you see the King of the Dwarves? "I did not even see an ordinary dwarf," I admitted. The old man looked at me for a moment or two with a disappointed look, then he turned and entered the box. I felt a look from the box on my back as I left the gallery.

An old image but one of my best during the year of 2015. The character on the left has since been redesigned.

"A lady Robot with a hook for a Hand!" Completed on an apple iPad pro and an Apple Pencil

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.

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A 3 format, mixed technique. "My dissatisfaction with my progress in magic is growing," I said to the wizard Cirilo Bum, "I want to quickly become a wizard and not stagnate in the place." "Every creature, so the wizards, have their own way, and always travel, even if they stand in place," the old wizard answered. Then make a quick gesture by hand, a piece of paper was created in his hand. Give me the paper and say: "This is your way, the way you will have to pass before you feel the pleasure of becoming a wizard. When you get to the green path, you've almost succeeded." This paper, the picture you are watching, was a weak attempt by Cirilo Bum - one in a row - to express his artistic side. - If there is a magic spell or magic process in the picture, it would be good - I mumbled sullenly - what is this drawing at all? - The drawing contains all the answers. You have to start thinking with your head, think a lot, if you want to become a wizard - sighs Chirilo Bum - You are on one of the yellow points. The picture shows two tracks, each you need to cross. Paper, namely drawing, is a world of magic and witchcraft. The world of witchcraft, then, touches on the real, material world. I was studying the picture for a while and all I've concluded is that the green trail is not connected to another path. "There is an error here, it is impossible to reach the green path," I said to the wizard. - The only one who learns and understands the material world in which he lives is advancing in every sense - answer me the wizard Čirilo Bum - if your ground is firmly under your feet, it is easier to climb the path of witchcraft. On the other hand, too long a stay in the world of magic may end up with a fall in the unknown. I nodded because I did not get the answer I needed, so I went to the forest. "Do not forget to clean the house, my boy," Cirilo Bum told me as I left. I was in the mind other things, the formulas I found in the old books of Cyrus Bum. (Speaking of these magical formulas will lead to the appearance of five giants (Mato Bumps, Bruno Biceps, Miro Mass, Karlo Stone, and Alayas Him) in the world of Fantasy.)

Continuing to look at the mysteries of plants used as bush medicine by Indigenous people in the East Kimberley of Western Australia. These two plants are common throughout the area. The one on the left is used for colds and the right for soap. How many of us would know what to look for?

The picture depicts a fallen butterfly. Its wings falling apart and its colours fading. With nothing left to do the butterfly cries.

My mouth shall be free! You can't oppress me! Toothpaste is crap! So shut your trap!

Went to my old friend the watermark, so if I put up new pieces you'll see them a lot more often. Sorry, but it's to counter with AI and art theft. Another older piece but something a bit more fitting of the current season. Completely used colored pencils aside from signature in ink.

Flowers are one of the best loved styles in henna art. Here is combined four realistic flower designs on to one stencil so you can pick your favorite and have a few left over to share! #hennastencil #hennatattoo #hennadesign #henna

Quick digital sketch done in Procreate that began life as a scribble seen in upper left.