illustration

Not as apocalyptic as it looks or sounds! Inspired by a dream I had about committing a social faux-pas of the worst kind you could imagine.

The end of one sketchbook, with the beginning of another to arrive shortly!

Here's the final color illustration created for Osprey Pens featuring the Osprey Pen Factory. It was drawn with the same fountain pen there on the right... An Osprey Milano 5.5 Flexpert Hourglass nib. Great pen! Colored in Photoshop.

A more impression version of Marjaniemi lighthouse

Part 2 of Hailuoto landscapes. Last cranes gathering to migratory

10.29.2019

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Many times the craziness of my life makes it into my art.

When your own son calls you anonymous, you probably don’t exist. He likes to be funny on greeting cards. Hahaa! Usually my doodles are a one to two day thing. I continued adding to this one over a period of a couple weeks. Life has been a blur lately. It feels good to be able to post something again.

Study of bird at light and shadows of leaves

Character painted at a graffiti jam in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

85% chance of brain. I had a brain storm today.

Grungy doodle of the day. I felt inspired to do something smudgy and decorative and colorful.

The 3x3 Illustration Annual I was recently chosen to be in, inspired this recent doodle. Fireworks went off in my head and then spilled out on this Moleskine page.

Art therapy is good therapy.

86cm x 71cm Gouache and watercolor on paper. Painting for an upcoming exhibition. A look inside my imagination.

a pattern made of illustrated, retro-inspired Italian postcards

Drawing of beautifull rock piles at Lapland mountain( called tunturi)

Saga of bunny like creatures continues

Just some random doodling in my Moleskine. It never gets old.

Sometimes subject came from nowhere and you dont know what it is or what is meaning

One of twelve illustrations for a children's book.

The Toast of the Town. Too bad the weather had to turn just when things were heating up.

Even monsters have feelings. No one wants the good times to end.

The man with a vast red hat met a flower on the pad and asked, "Are you my dad?" The flower said, "No. I'm not the one, but I'll pretend I'm your dad if you'll pretend you're my sun."

Last part of my animals at hide serie. Willow grouses use to go under snow at night times. In to ”kieppi” at Finnish