Our local antiques store had a huge treasure trove of vintage Native American themed toys and gifts this weekend. I realized that 1) I'd owned a lot of them and 2) none of my friends had. It never occurred to me that my collection was particularly large or unique. Doesn't every kid have a fixation on this country's indigenous population? Apparently not. I love the visual language of the Navajo and Hopi especially. My Kachina doll collection was the bomb.
A vibrant garden scene showcasing an array of colorful flowers with tall stems. The background features a mix of greens and yellows, adding to the lively atmosphere.
A woman holds a megaphone directly to her face and out of the megaphone burst an explosion of flowers to comunícate the message "be your biggest fan" in a playful, self love, confidence boost, way.
This captivating drawing by Ty Patmore (2025) beautifully illustrates the final stage of a dandelion's life cycle, transforming the common weed into a subject of elegant art. The central, spent head of the flower is rendered with intricate texture, while the detached seeds are given a light, airy quality as they float away. The subtle shading and focused color on the stem provide a grounding element to the otherwise ethereal composition, making it a perfect piece for anyone who cherishes the simple, magical moments in nature.
YOU'RE MY DEADLY DEADLY NIGHTSHADE
OH ATROPA
BELLADONNA
THEY SAY YOU ARE
DEATH INCARNATE
AND I SHOULD STAY
FAR AWAY
- Blackbriar - Deadly Nightshade
I did a thingy for my mutual. Her name is Belladonna and she is DC OC. ;)
As I was drawing, I noticed how genius her design is. Her "villain" costume looks like the petals of a belladonna, her blonde hair and light skin like anthers (I belive that's how they called), her freckles like pollen. I don't know if it's inrentional, but it's amaizing!
I can't draw clothes yet
And hands
And everything
Spare me!
It's also my first time drawing flowers :D
Cover for my fanfic i writing for "Batman: Zero Year" comic.
After Zero: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63498001
"I bloom, a flower fair and bright, A needed thing, for two, a light. In hearts' soft garden, breezes play, I grow in strength with each new day."
The Riddler nodded patiently, his eyes half-lidded in boredom. Amber devoted almost all her energy to keep reciting this stupid rhyme that she had composed and practiced until she turned pale from exhaustion. The remaining part of her energy was spent on NOT clutching her jacket.
"But then, a worm, with wicked bite. Gnawed at my grain and dimmed my light. A spreading blight, a change so foul. Cursed my existence, took its toll. My two companions, caught in strife. Began to gnaw and hurt their life. Absorbing poison, bit by bit. They both grew sick, they couldn't quit."
"…"
“Who am I?"
The Riddler lazily raised his eyes to the sky and just as slowly raised his hands.
"Love!"
His voice was full of theatrical reverence. He didn’t even pretended that the riddle made him ponder over it.
"To be more precise — twisted love. Am I right?"
In celebration of the Lunar New Year, hoping this year will be as fun as a game of snakes and ladder! Symbolism: ladder (progression), coin (prosperity), flower (unfolding/bloom of new adventures), oranges (a fruitful year).
