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.
The result is not as good as I imagined. But anyway I want to share it, because:
- others may find it great,
- art taste is subjective,
- even if it's bad, you can receive a constructive critique or tips on how to improve it.
Don't be afraid to share your failures. They push you forward. You can learn a lot from them.
This is my first holiday card of the year. I paint them and get them printed on 5x7 folded cardstock. I sell them $5 a piece of $4 a piece when you buy 2 or more. I do take online orders so let me know if you would like to purchase one.
Hey, something that ISN'T a fox! ...Kinda. This is a fox-like canine with wings, not sure what to exactly call their species yet. I'm pretty proud of her design. c:
One of dozens of cartoons I created the last couple of years. A little voice is telling me to get these published in a book. If the voice gets louder, it will happen. In the meantime, I'm brainstorming and filling my sketchbook.
It's an old fanart drawing I did of "Feel Good Inc" by Gorillaz! The small black spots are holes from pinning it to my wall with tacks.
I can't believe I forgot to post this...it's realllly old.
My vision of the character ‘Smaug’ from J.R.R. Tolkien’s ‘The Hobbit’.
Pencil sketch, coloured digitally on IbisPaint X.
Here is a passage from The Hobbit describing Smaug’s appearance: “There he lay, a vast red-golden dragon, fast asleep; thrumming came from his jaws and nostrils, and wisps of smoke, but his fires were low in slumber. Beneath him, under all his limbs and his huge coiled tail, and about him on all sides stretching away across the unseen floors, lay countless piles of precious things, gold wrought and unwrought, gems and jewels, and silver red-stained in the ruddy light. Smaug lay, with wings folded like an immeasurable bat, turned partly on one side, so that the hobbit could see his underparts and his long pale belly crusted with gems and fragments of gold from his long lying on his costly bed.”
"Lost little red." *He took a step closer as he towered her smaller form. He chuckled lowly as if her mere presence was a joke to him. He reached out, his long, sharp, black claws touched a strand of brown hair. "What a little snack you'll make."
Introducing Remy Thompson, journalism major, murder club member, and professional introvert. When he’s not reading for his job, reading up on victims and criminals, or reading for school, you can probably find him at the library with his one and only friend, (his roommate) or in his dorm being jealous of Darling’s many friends.
Nael, knight and spy master for the Moon Court. A Shadar Kai and once a prince of shadows, he has been expelled from the Raven Queen’s court and his heart returned to him as punishment for almost killing the new Queen of Magic. Such a drama llama
