Hola a todos y feliz año nuevo 2025, ya casi es hora de decirle adios a el 2024 y decirle ho,a al que viene. Me encanta hacer mis resumenes artísticos del 2024 y feliz para todos.
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Hello everyone and happy new year 2025, it's almost time to say goodbye to 2024 and say hello to the one coming. I love making my artistic summaries of 2024 and happy to everyone.
I absolutely love colored pencils. The smell, sound, and feel of them, their texture is amazing. Shading and depth control are so easy with them. :) Lucy looks pretty worried. Don't worry, Lucy. I'm sure it will turn out fine.
I'm in immense emotional inconsistency and I miss this person so much. -I remember painting this in the month of October... around sunset, at the terrace with cheap acrylics and 1 paint brush on a foamy material that comes with jeans or cloths.. I made this in appreciation of a person i love..
this was a sweet gift I did for Christmas for my mom & dad - they love traveling and Telluride, CO, has become their second home! my mom loves Aspen trees and the mountains, found it only fitting they be included in this collaged painting I did for them. I used gouache paint for all landscape and watercolors for my parents. It was fun combining the two paint types and my first attempt using gouache paint - I loved it!
"Like maggots in a dog's carcass, they fill me, my children..."
A cosmic being known as "The Sleeper", "The Ugly", but most often he is proudly called "The Father".
"Like maggots in a dog's carcass, they fill me, my children..."
A cosmic being known as "The Sleeper", "The Ugly", but most often he is proudly called "The Father".
I SWEAR I made him before I knew about Barbatos.
Anyway, The Father sleeps deep beneath Gotham and unwittingly poisons the city and its population with his toxic aura. He is known to his cult as the God of Madness and Chaos. He simply cannot control his influence on those around, which makes him a villain of a tragic fate. I figured his existence would be a good enough explanation for why Gotham is such a rotten piece of society, with very creative supervillains who loves to be so extra and why they not executed horribly for everything they've done. The cult of his worshippers is quite old and includes a huge number of people trying to keep him asleep, because if he wakes up and gets out of his prison, it will be the end of the city, and maybe not only the city...
I should point out: he's not actually a god, he's an alien, and he's not the embodiment of "chaos and madness" - he's a cosmic horror, most likely mentally ill and therefore his aura is toxic. He didn't create the villains or Batman, but his aura affected the environment in which they were created.
A recent doodle of mine completed that was requested by my sister. This was done with Pigma Micron pens sizes ranging from 0.005 - 0.08. The main star of the show was my 0.01 pen. I loved the tiny detailing and shading my expanding my line giving it the realistic effect.
still can’t believe my dad made me move to this platform (my god..,.. what do you MEAN you cant return to the next line in the description? thats even WORSE i’m already starting to despise this platform) anyways,,. this was based off of a short conversation i had with my brother where i asked him “will (name) ever like me back?” and he casually responded “no” and it killed me :( i decided to make a joke out of it because i love to kill my mental state | also please know that this is my first time drawing actual anime and this is half satire so i didn’t put much effort into the faces
The amaranthus are commonly used as symbols of eternity/immortality due to its ability to retain its color for a long time after dying/cut off". I thought that this phenomenon represents "hope" more than the more common meaning of "devotion/undying love". Having hope keeps us alive during difficult periods where we are cut off from the things that typically motivates us, whether it be financial resources, loved ones, etc., and I tried to convey this by juxtaposing the vibrant colours of the flowers (symbolizing hope and life) with the grayscale tone of the statue (symbolizing death and brokenness).
All my drawings are random ideas from my head. I actually just started drawing in pencil about a year ago. I love to normally use felt tip pens. I just hope all like what they see. We're all artists here so everyone should know that we are our own worst critics lol.
I've always found it so Satisfying to draw Dragons! I love dragons, whether it's for a personal project or a clean wok, Dragons are the subject I enjoy the most and love to explore in so many ways ♥
This was an illustration for a Traditional Action Gamepad with its big buttons, this work is so old, and I improved a lot after it, but its simplicity remains lovely to me and maybe I will remake it with my improvement level right now and make a comparison.
I just discovered Chartpak markers and am in love; they are truly awesome to work with. The colors are so rich and never streaky. So if you didn't guess, this was done using Chartpaks and a Gelly Roll Glaze Black pen.
My beautiful Ella "Ruby Cavalier King Charles Spaniel" is now finished. #cavalierkingcharlesspaniel #digitalartist #digitalart #dogportraitartist #wildlifeartist #haveaniceday #clipstudiopaintart #procreateart #sketchoftheday #sketchofday #doglovers #idrawdogs
Sigmund Freud (1856–1939)
“I cannot imagine life without work as really comfortable,” Freud wrote to a friend in 1910. With his wife, Martha, to efficiently manage the household—she laid out Freud’s clothes, chose his handkerchiefs, and even put toothpaste on his toothbrush—the founder of psychoanalysis was able to maintain a single-minded devotion to his work throughout his long career.
Freud’s long workdays were mitigated by two luxuries. First, there were his beloved cigars, which he smoked continually, going through as many as twenty a day from his mid-twenties until near the end of his life, despite several warnings from doctors and the increasingly dire health problems that dogged him throughout his later years. (When his seventeen-year-old nephew once refused a cigarette, Freud told him,
From Daily rituals by Mason Currey
#dailyrituals #inktober #sigmundFreud @masoncurrey
