"Whirlwind 28”, an original drawing. Micron pens on archival paper. Size: 5” x 7”. Title, signature, and date in the back of the drawing. This drawing is the 28th in a series of drawings posted over a period of 100 days. The original post date on this drawing was September 28, 2020.
"Whirlwind 25”, an original drawing. Micron pens on archival paper. Size: 5” x 7”. Title, signature, and date in the back of the drawing. This drawing is the 25th in a series of drawings posted over a period of 100 days. The original post date on this drawing was September 25, 2020.
A hand-drawn illustration featuring a classic to-go coffee cup overflowing with ibuprofen pills instead of liquid. Perfectly capturing the essence of a rough morning, a long shift, or just the reality of "adulting.", text that reads: Venti Ibuprofen Kind of Day
"Whirlwind 16”, an original drawing. Micron pens on archival paper. Size: 4” x 6”. Title, signature, and date in the back of the drawing. This drawing is the 16th in a series of drawings posted over a period of 100 days. The original post date on this drawing was September 16, 2020.
Ink on sketchbook paper
subject: illustration for the national paper
Size :11" x 14"
Date: 10/20/2017
Artist: Stephen J. Vattimo
This ink illustration was created for a pumpkin design for a carving contest.
The hands grasped tightly in prayer. The national flag in tatters, representing all the trials and tribulation the nation is going through,
The compass represents seeking direction.
The who illustration making the statement,
The need for a nation to look to God for direction, and healing of our land.
God made a promise to the nation Of Israel, which I believe is offered to any nation.
2 Chronicles 7:14
and My people who are called by My name humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin and will heal their land.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
A Brief Pause at the Edge of Becoming
It seems I am always seeking a place to sit—
not just to rest the body,
but to settle the soul.
Yet even in stillness, Gary Brecka’s words whisper:
“The quickest way to old age
is the aggressive pursuit of comfort.”
So I do not stay long.
I walked until I found a picnic table
beneath a canopy of bare-limbed trees,
branches like open hands waiting for green.
The blue spruces nearby—
stoic, unchanged, whispering that some things endure.
I sketched.
Not perfectly. Not for anyone’s praise.
Just a mark to say: I was here.
Alive in this in-between.
Waiting. Listening.
Not for leaves—
but for something truer than comfort.
Thank you for joining me in this small noticing.
A moment borrowed from the rush.
A table. A tree. A thought.
A gift.
"Whirlwind 15”, an original drawing. Micron pens on archival paper. Size: 4” x 6”. Title, signature, and date in the back of the drawing. This drawing is the 15th in a series of drawings posted over a period of 100 days. The original post date on this drawing was September 15, 2020.
"Whirlwind 27”, an original drawing. Micron pens on archival paper. Size: 4” x 6”. Title, signature, and date in the back of the drawing. This drawing is the 27th in a series of drawings posted over a period of 100 days. The original post date on this drawing was September 27, 2020.
One of many exercises in asymmetrical symmetry over here. "Sunny's Waves" doodle drawing. 6" x 6" / Micron Pens on 100lb Acid Free Archival Bristol 2 Ply Paper.
“Whirlwind 4”, an original drawing. Micron pens on archival paper. Size: 6” x 4”. Title, signature and date in the back of the drawing. This drawing is the 4th in a series of drawings that were posted over a period of 100 days. The original post date on this drawing was September 4, 2020.
The image features colorful, hand-drawn text with arrows labeled 'Arigato In' and 'Arigato Out'. Inspired by Ken Honda and the philosophy of Happy Money.
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?"
Some days the demons inside take control and now your a walking meat bag with no say. Some could say zombie, mind control, or the darkness laughs as it pulls your strings. But you all think your in control and have it figured out. But when you wake, it will be hellish and a nightmare. But the question is...Will you be able to handle it? Or will you fall back to sleep?
