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This painting is dedicated to all children that died in a terrorist attack.All those who supposed to be young and man.Who tasted death before enjoying the pleasure of life.who faced heat of bombs rather than enjoying cozy beds.

Harvest - Inktober day 25

A watercolor painting of Free Spirit roses with an odd, movie theater carpet-like background. It is available as a print on products on Redbubble, Society6, Zazzle, and Threadless. Check out all these sites via this link: https://linktr.ee/okhismakingart

This painting/ drawing is started in the Abstract with forms created organically. I used Acrylics and applied them liberally as you might use in watercolor techniques. I love challenging myself to create in this form, as I do in finding the figures which may form themselves in the process. I then detail the figures in a drawing style to enhance and bring it forward. It’s part of a three piece series I made in this color story and can also be seen on my ArtFinder page, available for purchase. @adrianajgarces

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?"

DONE 2023 WITH LEAD PENCIL ON 11X17 STRATHMORE DRAWING PAPER. ORIGINAL FOR SALE $100+S/H. IF INTERESTED DM me or artgod1974@gmail.com i ALSO HAVE NEW COLOR ART BOOK OF MINE UP FOR SALE GO TO THE LINK TO PURCHASE https://www.artwanted.com/artist.cfm?ArtID=115637&Tab=Books&CPID=1133 Dignity blooms on the branches of morality., ethnics, and respect for humanity. It is reflected in courtesy, good manners, and love for all regardless of race, ethnicity, or religion. Our public conduct should reflect our private selves, our manners should spring from our hearts. To be courteous costs us nothing, but buys us everything. Morality is based on ethics. We should not devalue and undermine others. It is important to preserve and honor each other's dignity if we are to promote a harmonious society. We all wish to have dignity and respect, but often we do so little to obtain it. We can be natural and truthful, real and genuine. We must treat others as we wish to be treated. If we approach someone else's anger with calmness and courtesy, we can often help diffuse that anger and foster cooperation. With sweet words we can lead an elephant by a hair. Dignity also requires that we be truthful, humble, gracious and temperate. Those who lie, cheat, steal, and abuse alcohol and drugs lose all dignity; those who are honest, work hard, and respect themselves and others gain it. Such person can walk with their heads held high. Losing one's wealth is nothing nothing compared with losing one's dignity. The whole measure of excellence is moderation. We can maintain strong morals, high standards, and a great respect and honesty. Truth cannot be buried; truth can set us free. Truth elevates our spirit, softens our souls. Truth is the mother of virtue. Our pride and our shame turn us into liars. We must resist and work hard to maintain our dignity, or regain it once it's been lost. We owe it to ourselves to have happy life, enriched with dignity, respect and peace of mind. We should remember that it means nothing to live without wealth; it means everything to live with dignity. Nobility shows from a distance. It is not offensive to deprive ourselves of wealth; it is offensive to lose our dignity.

A pair of Ukrainian Easter eggs I've made. My designs are not especially traditional and are instead inspired by old wood cut art. The first egg features a musician playing a bandura and the second has 4 pictures, fish, forest, wheat and mountains. The eggs are made using beeswax applied with a metal tool called a Kistka (heated via a candle or electricity) you draw on the egg wherever you want to preserve its current colour before putting it into a dye bath working from the lightest colours to the darkest. When you have finished you remove the wax using a candle a paper towel and a little patience. heating and wiping away. then you can blow out your egg by making a hole in its top and bottom, smashing the yolk with a needle and blowing. These eggs are a couple of years old but we've pulled them out for easter last weekend.

Made a skeleton cheat for anatomy practice

If ya can't handle the heat... don't murder the kiddens. Drawn with FireAlpaca.

MY CHEAT SHEET ~ IN CASE I FORGET WHAT I'M DOING

Our beautiful planet needs our help. We must not take it for granted. I painted this with Inktense pencils, choosing flowers with poignant names to make us stop and think about conservation. It can be bought as a canvas, art print, poster, tee-shirt, throw cushion, greeting card. etc.etc.etc. Visit https://heather-easley.pixels.com

Back when we had theatre

a bountiful harvest of moon wheat awaits . . . someday

Tobin Heath, US Women's National Team. I find her very photogenic and interesting to draw. The way she is half bitting her lip is what caught my attention and I thought it a good challenge to draw.

Progression 4 of 5. Nearly done at this point. I liked how the light and shadow played out under her foot. The muscle tone of her legs really popped out with the dark pencil.

Progression 2 of 5. Spent a lot of time working the wrinkles/creases in the shirt. Tedious, for sure.

It's easy to forget that cats are actually little ghouls...they want to hunt and kill stuff almost as much as they want to cuddle up with you when it's cold (yes, they are also heat vampires). But they are also complex and amazing little fur-suited people.

I'm not sure if this counts as Urban, but I drew the boat, the beach and the heat - done in Costa Rica!

I went on ahead to the house, crying all the way, but now it was mostly to make an impression. Daddy followed and lit a candle because all the lamps were in the theater. He showed me the pike he had caught. It's a lovely one, I said, because one must always say something when someone catches a fish. And then it was too late to cry any more. I put on my ordinary clothes again and we had a cup of tea together. Sculptor's daughter by Tove Jansson. #dailydrawing #toveJansson

Just a note, none of my alien girls are from any movies. But I do draw inspiration from alien movies.

A pencil drawing, and tune by Gimp.