“Claire!” Elle woke up with her daughter’s name on her lips. Startled, she sat up and looked around the living room with her heart still beating loudly in her chest. A dream, she realized dazedly.
Slowly, she crossed the way to the back door. With unseeing eyes she gazed out into the garden.
She remembered waking up in the hospital six years ago and seeing her husband sitting next to her. She remembered how he took her hand into his and looked at her with eyes full of despair. He told her that the doctor thought Claire might not survive. That she might die before she was even born, die before she had a chance to look into her mum’s eyes, feel a kiss on her forehead, clench her little fist around her dad’s finger, hear them speaking to her without a belly barrier between them… It was a silent, terrible death. It was the death of someone so precious, so innocent, so tiny…
Elle took a shuddering breath.
Here's the rough in of a collage of little plants in various containers... just a fun scribble on a hot, summer afternoon. Color is on the way... 9x12 micron on mixed media board
When I am anxious I stim. When I am anxious at a café that I frequent, they give me Blu Tack to fiddle with. I make little models, and this is one of them. It is supposed to be me, meditating.
"One never knows where to find humans", said the flower to the prince. "The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult."
- The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
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hey there☘️
while taking a walk in the forest i came across a little treehouse. it inspired me to draw this one. i love to look at the stars at night and drawing this reminds me of the times where i looked at the beautiful night sky in france some years ago.✨
have a lovely day :)
Lockdown makes some of us forget what good times were like before the coronavirus reared it's nasty little head, so in response we dig down into our brains for times that really mattered.
28/06/17 - one example of June - one drawing a day challenge - all of June's drawings include a rock/pop star of my choosing and a little feathered friend. Check out more at www.martinvarennescooke.com
I remember watching this movie a million times when I was little,the cgi still holds up impressively.it's one of those Disney movies that are severely underated.
He wanders the fields, the mountains an the forest. With a little bit of luck, you can meet him and he will make a little concert. These little guys met him at the river. When you look at the second picture, you can see the reference i used. It was really cool to play around with it :) wish youu a wonderful daay!!:)
It's easy to forget that cats are actually little ghouls...they want to hunt and kill stuff almost as much as they want to cuddle up with you when it's cold (yes, they are also heat vampires). But they are also complex and amazing little fur-suited people.
A fairly special one for me this week, as today’s post is inspired by what would have been the time of Beltane celebrations. As it is, we celebrated at home in our own little ways, and in the case of myself indulging in my usual habits! Drinking and of course drawing, the usual stuff...
decided to redesign her a little,she's a tad darker now,her face is oval with a square-ish chin while her sister's face shape is circular and very round,she's not as stick thin as before and lastly,her eyes.ive come to realize that you don't need big eyes to be expressive,the big eyes did not really fit her,so i made them smaller which i really like since she still looks like herself.this will be a reference sheet that I might never finish.
Inktober 2. day
Huckup or german Aufhocker, sorbisch Bubak
a creature of the German folklore.
An undead creature that hobs at the back of a traverer slowly draining his energy getting heavier with each step.
The victim is paralyzed, suffers from anxiety and is unable to turn around, Mmm reminds a little bit about depression hu?
A silly watercolor sketch, I know, but there's a lot tied to this little thing. There are so many bittersweet feelings lately. I tend to avoid putting a numerical value to time, I don't like the count-down aspect to things, especially knowing how obsessive I can be with that. It allows me to live in some semblance of ignorance (they say ignorance is pure bliss). There's a lot of tip-toeing around what I want to say and what I'm afraid to say, or even what I'd love to explore and embrace and simply afraid to. It's something I'm not used to. It's taken me quite a while to finally sit with certain things, or even acknowledge them, and it feels like there's so much more I'm now realizing. It's odd to be so frank to some and worried that others may find out. There's a lot of shifting again, goodbyes coming soon, complicated feelings and situations.
