I want to be inside the raindrop. I want know it. Feel it. Be it. Close containment. Single purpose One direction. The rush. The thrill. Careening towards the earth. Would be a death race. But the fall is the journey. The crash. The release. Is just the beginning.
I first drew my hand (I like that bit more) and then I tried to draw a butterfly. Then I sketched one of my plants, and I realized it looked like a hand in a garden. BTW I have no idea how to draw a butterfly.
its igital painting over a real model nude, if you have read DUNE of Frank Hervert, even exist the movie n the series,its the son of Paul Muadib the messaia of arrakis, his son took the path he couldn take, the golden path!!
The friendly squish-walrus never means to squish things, but his permanently outstretched arms and difficulty slowing down once he’s gained momentum means that anything in his path is pretty much screwed. Most squish-ees forgive him easily though, because he’s just so darn nice.
A portrait of my cat Linus, who has the sweetest nature, a lot of love for his brother cat Rex, and a lingering case of kitty gingivitis from his days as a stray. Derwent Drawing Pencils on pastel paper.
Drawn in Prismacolor Stick on heavy cream drawing paper. I wanted to capture the burning intensity of her patience as she waited for a sign from me that we were going to leave for our walk.
