I created him for the same universe as Guardian. I have a vague backstory for both in mind, maybe I'll write it down one day. Sketch done in pencil, colored digitally.
I had just started painting again and all the years if holding back...holding it in, caught up with me. California was burning and the demons inside of me were smoldering too, waiting to get out.
Starring Don McLean: American Pie (1971).
Let me tell you a story about realizing that good old times are over. About "the day the music died" when three rock'n roll legends died in a helicopter crash. About Buddy Holly's widowed bride left behind.
Tricolor linoprint using one lino plate. October, 2020.
Inktober Prompt: RIP (I suspect that it was rip=tear, but since Halloween is just around the corner, Rest In Peace seemed a timely prompt :-) Shaeffer Tuckaway fountain pen, Hero blue black ink
Mr Ties and Tongues or TT for short is a magical death fairy... HE'S KINDA AWESOME! This is my first time drawing and posting something on here so be easy on me!
Sketch of a painting I'm thinking about. I think as adults, we have our own ambitions about living on the moon. However, once we have children, we can only yearn to be able to live on the moon with them.
This year is my first time participating in the global drawing challenge called INKTOBER!
Fact, I haven't been sharing with you all my entries from the official inktober prompt list from the beginning. Even so I still would like to show you some of them anyway :) So here it is my interpretation on the prompt 'RADIO' Enjoy :)
Switching things up a bit. Trying out different art techniques. This was sketched in pencil and colored with watercolor pencils. I created this character randomly while I was doodling one day. She still needs a name.
These are 5 out of 12 images I did while processing the necessity of healing from life lessons. Heartbreak is prevalent throughout all the levels of tragedies in our lives. At times, the mourning period feels forced-- I never really want my wounds to heal because I feel they're the last of the love I carried for that "thing". The process feels like gold pouring into my gapping heart and I can only scream as it sears through my veins. It hurts to heal. It hurts that it has to happen.