#Mindless prompt for Inktober. I'm late with uploading here, so if you'd like to see my illustrations for the previous days and and early look at today's prompt #build check out my instagram.
"You'd rather see, me in the pen,
Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o.
Beat a police out of shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape".
First playing card for a musical game of fours.
Woops forgot to upload it yesterday, so now, everything will be offset. The Hair Rope character are it again, this time, Anka and a mysterious and terrifying dark shape in the wood.
Day 2 #mindless, #Inktober 2019.
No forethought or sense, just space. It's good to be mindless sometimes but remember to be aware, and compassionate with those around you, especially those closer to you. You never know what other people are dealing with. Try to be kind.
Daily drawing #643
Back in May, I wanted to do the #mermaychallenge, an online event where artists draw and share their mermaid illustrations during the entire month of May. But I knew I had limited time, with everything happening that month (buying new home/moving/fixing up the old home to sell), and a fulltime job. I created Mer-Kat, a hybrid kitten/mermaid. I felt this was such a fun new character to explore. Life underwater with a feline-based personality.
These are the results from a request to create a piece based on a fathers son's nicknames. The older brother is the moon, second the bear, third the bird. Added the stars as the parents.
His first request was of a tattoo of sorts ...but I struggled and my drawings kept turning into children illustrations. I so enjoyed the challenge and it gave me an opportunity to honor the love of family. At the same time, it was hard to associate them into a tattoo:) .
(...) En ese preciso momento, en el que soltaba aire y respiraba de nuevo, sus ojos fijaron la mirada de repente en un punto. Un pequeño punto de su universo que había cambiado de color. Se acercó al objeto de su curiosidad y se encontró con una pequeña flor. Una flor que no había visto nunca antes. Con un color raro que no conocía. No era del azul del cielo ni del blanco de las estrellas ni del verde que tanto conocía de las copas de los arboles. Era de un color entre el suelo y el cielo. Un morado vivo que rompía con todo lo que se encontraba a su alrededor. Una flor que hizo que todos los otros colores se volvieran pequeños en un instante a la vista de Zaya.
No se atrevió a tocarla, por miedo a hacerle daño, o a que se rompiese (...)