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.
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.
Sticky-note doodle warm-up ft: Wolf-knight, spirit pig, egg you just upset, quiet moon boy, turtle dragon, t-rex with laser cannons, a lighthouse, and friends
Sticky-note warmup doodle ft: a burger, and octopus, a moth and its lover, an upset skateboarding pikachu, Patrick Swayze from Roadhouse, self-care, a grape loving internet duck, a soul, a kitty-rex, a misplaced turtle, and others.
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.
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.
Essentially what this "Secret Sketchbook" project is, is a sketchbook that I use for my Patreon, that I make doodles in for my patrons, then once I have enough pages, I make it into a zine! I'm currently in the process of getting the very first secret sketchbook printed now, and starting on the second one which will be more exclusive until it's complete!
In wanting to get active with my fellow doodler community, I wanted to stop in and introduce myself. My name is Dalton Stark, I live in Texas, and i'm a doodle addict, and an advocate for the possibility of anything. For me, doodling is my purest state of being human. My sketchbooks are a very sacred place for me to practice this expressive and arcane form of imagination meditation, which I'm always trying to find more excuses to spend more time in. It is to me, all about intuition, making discoveries, surprising yourself, having fun and maybe even making yourself and others smile or laugh sometimes. I look forward to being a part of this beautiful inky ecosystem with y'all, here are some very secret sketchbook spreads.
A creature happily roaming lands to question and feel the wonder in realms delightful. Eyes through trees, feathered expressiobs, loud poetic verses. Wood realms unveil an interesting reality here.
Bright booze confirm an odd expression of sorrow and a look to lively eyes at this dance. Calamity surges through waves by which may emerge discomfort.
really old. not bad for when i drew it ig. you can tell that i really liked gorillaz at the time. might redraw it. not sure. /// drawing was based off of a song called Where's Your Head At by Basement Jaxx. good song. i'm glad this drawing reminded me of its existence. i'm going to listen to it after i upload this.
In this photo I drew two Betta fish, a clock and a female in a dark background. Drawing this picture was more of a self expression. The two betta fish expressed conflict; the clock expressed running out of time and the female I guess would represent myself. I was in a dark period while drawing this, but happy to say, I’ve managed to pull through my obstacles =)
Experimenting today with an oil transfer drawing technique. The red and purple lines are oil drawn/transferred to hot press 140 pound watercolor paper with watercolor applied. The oil resists the watercolor.
Hey guys, hope yall had a great weekend! I couldn't resist doing another iPad drawing on using the Sketch Create plug-in this weekend.
I think its awesome that you don’t even need to buy app to do drawings like this-Simply get this Edge extension!
This is a mashup of art styles. I'm not even sure how to describe it. Started with the main mushroom that is outlined and then went crazy around it. Also experimented with water reflections a bit.
