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My first foray into oil paints in 2017. This one is inspired by the view from the mountain pass (a road featured several times on Top Gear). Being new to the medium, I had a lot to learn about how it worked. I'm still not sure whether I'm happy with it or not, but I think it would be worth doing again now a few years down the line.

sipping coffee in jerusalem, draw the lamp post in front of me, my credit goes to the napkin

Portrait with pansy embellishments.

Ballpoint pen and colored Pencil. This was done a few years back for a gamer who wanted a character portrait.

watercolor and ink

Lindsey's prompt: snow storm

Back to basics for this one tonight!

Cosmic narwhal time!

Autumnal narwhals! Also, Kirby’s made a pal…

Ballpoint pen and Copic marker

My drawings creating with a fine liner, pencil or color pencils and brush pen and coffee this time .

From my main story

Another work in progress. Another picture of little me.

Triangles

The warm weather in Edinburgh today got me inspired yet again! About time, winter was just too… winter, for my tastes.

Lindsey's Prompt: An alien riding the Mars rover

This is the first time I’ve ever drawn a skulldog, and I think it turned out pretty well! Sorry I dipped, I low key forgot this website existed lol.

Drawing with fineliner and pencil, A5 format based on a book about Slavic mythology

sketch book entry - Pen and Ink

Just finished this watercolor/ink owl as a gift …love shades of blue

Elias Rosenshaw 5/27/2021 Pen & coloured pencil on paper

Original ink drawing on 140lb watercolor paper, 12" x 18"

A Brief Pause at the Edge of Becoming It seems I am always seeking a place to sit— not just to rest the body, but to settle the soul. Yet even in stillness, Gary Brecka’s words whisper: “The quickest way to old age is the aggressive pursuit of comfort.” So I do not stay long. I walked until I found a picnic table beneath a canopy of bare-limbed trees, branches like open hands waiting for green. The blue spruces nearby— stoic, unchanged, whispering that some things endure. I sketched. Not perfectly. Not for anyone’s praise. Just a mark to say: I was here. Alive in this in-between. Waiting. Listening. Not for leaves— but for something truer than comfort. Thank you for joining me in this small noticing. A moment borrowed from the rush. A table. A tree. A thought. A gift.