Bun in Space, I forgot to add the stars. I see so many completely finished drawings and paintings on this site. I am not sure if it's for doodles and sketches or for finished pieces. It's confusing.
Had fun trying to capture this. Someday I'll figure out how to get the watercolor gradient I want. Meanwhile this was a fun way to practice and I freaking love these Daniel Smith watercolors. I definitely need to get some full tubes of certain colors. (Moonflower, Lunar Violet, Opera Pink, Cerulean Blue, all the Cobalts, i think all the Primateks - I haven't tried them all yet... *Sigh*)
A memory-based 4" x 6" portrait of Anja Huwe, frontwoman of the post-punk/goth rock band Xmal Deutschland. Prints for sale @ etsy.com/shop/DrawingsByLucia.
This is my character Myscria - level 10 druid, tiefling and looking older than she should because...well, I haven't quite mastered drawing specific age ranges yet. She's only about 22/23.
This was for Valentine's Day. This is my oc couple I guess, I used MedibangPaintPro and edited with an app called enlight, this will be posted on flickr on Valentine's Day so be sure to check that out. :) https://www.flickr.com/photos/b_i_n_k/albums -Caaji Digital Art
An image to be odd in these waves of loud expressive words. Walking creature amused in the dance that extends to the thinking realms deeper. Relaxed be the sight of a wonderful ride.
In with disease, a focus in depression, a fear in death, departure along with tundra moon follows. Unveil whisper to engage these thoughts down the darkness. A vessel alone, not kin to wish a farewell nor goodbye. He died alone.
Horrid ways for which sorrow follow further down the dim lights of life. What lines must be crossed as glass seem to puncture minds swollen? A strangeness emerges beneath our shadows.
Young mind in thoughts that feature happiness, contemplating worry, beauty from surrounding Earth, and the creative walls that bloom eyes curious. Alone in nude steps of silence.
Shivers that confirm discomfort, sickness ravage this unknown diagnosis. Tears with fear, unware of this future. Thoughts brightly lay lone depression.
