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I painted a tree from someone’s yard that looks like a paisley pattern. What a stylish tree.

I went to sleep while going over various self-defense scenarios, and when I woke up this outfit in my head. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I'm sure there's some deep, dark, involved backstory behind that tatoo

Been using my papers at work for doodles again >.> it's been awhile

Patron Saint of Forgotten Things. I started this one without writing down the name and then couldn't remember what it was supposed to be. So. A Patron Saint of Forgotten Things it is. I pray to it often.

I woke up at 5am(ish) last Sunday and not settling back to rest, I switched my radio on and hoped for the best. Next thing I know I’m half awake listening to one of Yo La Tengo’s more drone oriented songs. The track itself was 8 minutes long but felt longer… of course, this gave me ideas. What do you expect?

Precisely that!

A character I made a little while ago. She's supposed to be the Bringer of Bad News that comes to you in dreams and delivers tragedies.

“You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.”

For the 9th of May, today is all about dreams. For this day, I decided to make Scorpi, who is sleeping in his room while dreaming that he's playing with a dolphin mixamal

The tables were covered in white paper. Crayons, pastels, and smooth sticks waited quietly. Then came Lucy’s glittery purse—her 8-year-old hands had filled it with stones to pass along, one by one, to the strangers around the table. We traced them. Pushed them. Held them. Then we let the colors lead: -Red for emotion. -Yellow for curiosity. -Blue for memory. Each color came with music, with story, with space. At the Museum of Wisconsin Art, we made marks not for meaning but for presence. Thank you to Ann Marie and MOWA for the invitation and trust. And thank you to the participants—some new friends, some old students—for showing up and making lines that listened before they spoke.

Patron Saint of small sorrows. A dead bee on a sidewalk, a dead plant, accidental break of a favorite cup. Small sorrows are many and everywhere. What is a patron saint you want to see? #patronSaint #dailydrawing

One week on from Beltane Fire Festival 2025 and it stills feel surreal that’s it for another year, you know? It’ll be nice to get back to some semblance of normality/whatever… For now? Have a gar on me :-P :-)

Lindsey's prompt: My sister's dog, Griff. No idea what he is. Just a happy mutt

A tiger wearing a teal suit and top hat is depicted against a muted background, giving an elegant and whimsical appearance. The animal's serious expression is emphasized by the formal attire.

An alien looking dapper in his tuxedo and top hat

Sometimes, a good goodbye is also a fresh hello. As we wrapped up our "Sacred Spaces" paintings, I asked our student teacher to design a one-day project—something playful, earthy, and engaging to ease the class into her care. She brought mud. Literally. Using mud and simple stencils, students pressed images—flowers, insects, wings—onto the sidewalk behind our school. There's something timeless about making marks with the ground itself. It felt ancient and immediate at the same time. These prints won’t last long, but maybe that’s the point. A fleeting image, a shared laugh, a new hand guiding the next phase of learning. Art is about making marks. Not all of them need to be permanent.

What a perfect dream looks like

This is what inner peace looks like to me

It’s Beltane! Here, have another cuttlefish and capybara pairing :-)

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The Beltane inspired streak continues!

“What do you wish to leave behind when you’re gone?”

I was going through the ol' sketch book and found this expression and thought why not. I kinda miss my vampire boys that I created inside the beast mind...of mine. Yeah, me!

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The thing about this drawing is somehow I didn’t think about the fact that there is a colour fill tool so I went to the effort to colour it all by hand with a very fine brush……Moral: don’t be like me

I’m addicted to shading, I chase the shine, I’m addicted, and sometimes you find things along the way like these teeth that make me believe there’s a shade I gotta still hit just for that perfect shine that never falls flat. Ride that shade like a wave…

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