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Read an article that Gill's Ice Cream is closing, here's an old sketch in front of it at The Original Farmers Market. Los Angeles has a weird habit of destroying the real thing to put in a facsimile of the same thing, but without the tradition, charm or h

The building where karate was taught.

Another sketch from Austria during the Nomadic Village in the first location with our Gallery on Wheels and other beautiful vans and buses! Austrian mountains are simply beautiful !! :) enjoy

(HB pencil on 85mm x 50mm card) For his crimes against her, Itchigon was condemned by the goddess Fortuna to remain forever as part of this amulet, bringing nothing but good luck to those that own it.

(HB pencil on a 140mm x 90mm postcard) A pet dragon can be far better for security than having a dog.

Otherworldly Portrait 2016 pen&ink on 220g a4 Daler&Rowney

Bill Cipher is Bae ♡

Detail of another drawing in progress, on 14"x17" paper w/ copic multiliners 0.8, 0.5, and 0.3

Just a little something to catch her attention.

Can dress me up but can't take me anywhere

Herbie Hancock, jazz, piano, doodle

In fact, she [Mummy] said after a while, we have gone into hibernation. Nobody can get in any longer and no one can get out! I looked carefully at her and understood that we were saved. At last we were absolutely safe and protected. This menacing snow had hidden us inside in the warm for ever and we didn't have to worry a bit about what went on there outside. I was filled with enormous relief, and I shouted, I love you I LOVE YOU, and took all the cushions and threw them at her and laughed and shouted and Mummy threw them all back and in the end we were lying on the floor just laughing. Then we began our underground life. We walked around in our nighties and did nothing. Mummy didn't draw. We were bears with pine needles in our stomachs and anyone who dared come near our winter lair was torn to pieces. We were lavish with the wood, and threw log after log on to the fire until it roared. Sometimes we growled. We let the dangerous world outside look after itself, it had died, it had fallen out into space. Only Mummy and I were left. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

There is nothing quite as commanding as the roar of a lion echoing across the plains.

This is a kookaburra in the early hours of the morning.

I have been listening to some great songs and getting lost in some writing and stories. I felt inspired to create this creature. I know I had made one originally a year ago. https://youtu.be/GqDkZEv_ZQk?si=m6KwE1Gj0UZtEJR6 Here is one of the songs I obsessed with.

These thoughts are in my mind daily. I take care of my 91 year old father. I'm certain he has dementia but I can't get his doctor to diagnose him. He can easily pass a competency test, even though he is no longer competent. My mind is messy, to say the least.

I painted this to hang in my daughter's room.

A detailed, hand-drawn illustration of a frothy beer mug featuring the play-on-words "Auto Therapy." Perfect for craft beer enthusiasts, home brewers, and anyone who finds peace in a cold pint.

24x30 canvas A weathered steer skull fixed against a wagon wheel, drawn in graphite, charcoal, and ink, evokes the grit and resolve of westward migration. The skull stands as a quiet emblem of endurance, sacrifice, and survival, while the wheel anchors the piece in motion and passage. Westbound ’49 references the year many headed west in search of promise, capturing the stark beauty and cost of that journey in restrained black and white.

Squid Wit has never really felt like a person, a human... especially when it comes to gender. Continue to check out my comics to see where Squid Wit goes next!

My brother found me a squirrel skull so I tried painting it… I used acrylic, watercolor, and gouache

I spilled a little paint on this leather scrap so I figured why not paint something on it? It’s kinda hard bringing a ‘possum to life on paper because they’re so silly and dumb in a cute sort of way, I think I managed to capture this guy’s personality alright..

This coloured drawing I was working on for the past few days, wasn't very successful as I failed to properly bring the elements together. A few mistakes were made along the way, even if I managed to compensate for them quite a bit. But yea... There were a couple day's worth of journaling done on this one as I tried to make it a learning lesson.

Here is my redesign of the mighty character from 2023. Quite a change in color and layering. What do you guys think?

(2B pencil on 137mm x 125mm paper) "They're not flag-waving wannabes, or finger-pointing-blamemongers. They're true British Heroes! They were born with spines of steel, have spunk by the bucketload, and their upper-lips aren't just stiff, they're rock-solid! They're the type who'll kick those mad-dogs aside and proudly march, bare-arsed, into the midday sun!"

Hey boos! Sorry it's been a while! Haven't been feeling like drawing lately. But anyway, I googled 'cute OCs" and found this little gem! I don't know her name but she's a really cute little cloud gal!

Not very confident in her colors, but I think she turned out pretty well. Any opinions or thoughts?

This piece critiques the modern tendency to hide identity behind brands and consumerism. * Visual Focus: The mask is partially obscured by a fitted baseball cap, with the bill pulled down to cover one eye. The cap itself is a symbol of brand identity and fast-fashion culture. The uncovered eye retains an unsettling, almost mechanical gaze. * Symbolism: * The Cap: Represents the societal practice of hiding behind brands and allowing consumerism to dictate self-worth and block out unwanted truths. The act of seeing is deliberately curtailed. * The Mask: Emphasizes that the consumer identity is often a façade-a manufactured mask that prevents others from truly "seeing" the individual, while simultaneously restricting the individual's full sight of the world.