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After yet another afternoon of mind-drifting, I found something I wasn't expecting. One thing over the years, memories are bound to forgotten if I don't recognise its importance in practice. In this case, it was a basic yet very crucial element for my dynamic pieces: curly lines. Continuing from the "spirit" of that character drawing yesterday, I started early today with trying to draw the character in its updated form. Suddenly, I ran into a roadblock: I was unable to bring it to life. Running through nearly a dozen sketches, something felt missing. A bit frustrated, I just lounged around the place and listened to some music played on my phone. Turning it off after a while to prevent the media distraction trap, I just started to let my thoughts wander and looked through different things, asking myself some things... My work felt a little blocky lately. It almost felt like I was focusing too much using certain details as a starting point to improvise from. This results in me struggling to build outwards into a full picture. Often, I find myself losing track of the original concept, which frustrates me. One thought then got into my head. It was something I enjoyed in the past years, which was the concept of "Flow". Suddenly, I felt signs of an answer. The original drawing "White Bird" came into my mind, reminding me of how I started drawing that important piece. I still have a strong impression on how I started it. It started as flowy lines to carve out an outline, vibe, or energy, or whatever my mind finds to describe. Later, I would slowly narrow out the details and sharpen its precision, almost like carving a figure out of nothing. And there it was. Sketching the core or skeleton of an idea, adding the main shape, before narrowing down the to details and precision. A very basic skill in drawing that I have forgotten, as dumb as a nitwit. If I had the core idea there from the start, I wouldn't have lost it right? Putting it into practice, I saw its immediate effects. Curly lines were the only thing I used, and suddenly the White Bird was flying and "alive" again as it should be. Man, I have recorded these for years, within my personal achieve of sketches. Yet, I somehow forgot them like an idiot? I am just speechless. It almost feels like I am back to square one, although there was a takeaway. I have learned the lesson of forgetting this basic practice, which led me astray for all these months. Seriously, I really have to remember how important it is. Putting that aside, I have noticed that I have these 2 styles. One was that "start from a detail and spread out", and the other was the "start from the big picture and narrow down". I had instances of success in both, which gave me a slight dilemma on which to choose. It is obvious that I can't limit myself to either, that would be falling for the stupidity of Duality. My own solution, would be to use either when the situation calls. I can't forget either, I just need to know when is the correct time to use it... ==

“I'm not someone who's particularly in touch with the way they feel. I've heard it said that you should be a 'human being' not a 'human doing', but I'm a human doing, very much so.” - Nick Cave.

Been some time since I touched the pencil. It wasn't easy to get back to drawing, since I was also distracted by the internet for some time. Lots of things went through my head, while I was out on a trip. Just drew whatever I felt like drawing, and this came alongside some reflections: I have been stuck on fixing this character concept for a very long time, trying to box it within a classification. Bird, wyvern, dragon, shadow, whatever- I came to a point today, where I felt that it really doesn't matter anymore. This is that sort of character who can be everything. I spent the entire afternoon trying to arrange all the little ideas and features, following true to creative intuition. Smashing together many of my previous character designs, this appeared. A masked and unnamed figure (???) with traits from many of my previous works. An avian / draconic / spiritual shapeshifter has always been something with me all this time, even when I tried to create a sona years back (finding it meaningless). True to its nature, it has few lively features except its eyes and requires a mask to display additional signs of life. Its clear that this character is basically a symbolic self-expression. It wasn't easy to seperate myself from my introjective tendencies, which easily distorts my concept of this figure (took weeks to untangle). Once the confusions loosen, it reappears with noticeably familiar features. The scribble above still has some room for rearrangement, just limited by the irreversible nature of pencil drawing. The grey markings were too dark, and the feet might look better staying white. The pale golden underbody markings, were actually a surprise.

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(Fineliner on 80mm x 50mm coloured cards) Simple drawings to show how the stock colour of a medium can sometimes dictate the subject matter.

About a year and a bit ago, I bought myself a copy of the very first Miffy book by Dick Bruna from Paper Tiger because as I often say, why not? And as many of you know I’m still a big kid at heart, hahaha. More to the point, the style’s similar to my own and naturally… inspiration intensified today!

Woman with her tongue out.

Drew something from the Spider-Man universe. It was for a contest on Instagram.

Another low effort thingy. That's how Caroline keeps him in bed. She learned this trick from the cats.

Just wanted to try something new.

What happens when I recreate the vibe of a non-human OC as a human, lots of messy experiments going here. It turned out much better than I thought though, as I have very little confidence in drawing humans.

I liked her so much I drew her again, but I learned some things about her. (Damn those hands, gotta work on them.) Concept art Name: Carina Age: ??? Race: Demon (Father is a demon, mother human) Ethnicity: Her mother was a young Italian woman who was tricked into falling in love with a demon. Status: Sorceress Abilities: She wields a staff that consumes souls of the living. She uses those souls to feed her power. Extra (for now): The globe on her staff is an ancient artifact in which she had to prove her will and strength to achieve it. The artifact draws out the souls of her victims. But before it does, it puts them in a trance like state to keep them immobilized.

Sticker therapy takes a dark path!

“Just as the permanent foundation of the ground provides the springboard for voyages into outer space, so it is with the more mysterious flights of imagination.” — Roland Penrose.

From ally to another, thank you Pedro Pescal ❤️

Aquella noche, al sentarse a la mesa ante la mirada de sus padres, Romualdito se sentía anonadado. Su padre le había dicho muchas veces que un pajarito verde le contaba al oído todo lo que él hacía. Era, pues, indudable que el pajarito verde le había contado su delito. Sin embargo Romualdito tomó su sopa, con las narices metidas en el plato, sin que ocurriera novedad alguna. Sus padres, como siempre, hablaban de cosas incomprensibles… Llegó el segundo plato, y lo mismo. Su madre le preguntó con indiferencia: -¿Te pasa algo Romualdito? Romualdito levantó los ojos y dijo con aplomo -No me pasa nada, mamá. No bien dijo esto tembló pensando lo que iba a ocurrir. ¡Había dicho que no pasaba nada, y había fumado! La mirada de su padre, que según este afirmaba, leía en el interior de su hijo, iba a descubrir su mentira. El fraile que se lleva a los niños iba a aparecer y lo iban a encerrar en el cuarto de las ratas. Aguardó un instante angustioso. Nada. El silencio, turbado por el chocar de los platos y los tenedores… Al llegar el tercer plato, don Rotulado dio un golpe en la mesa. Romualdito se estremeció. Pero era que don Romualdo opinaba que la salsa del pescado tenía poco perejil… Así, poco a poco, Romualdito fue serenándose y adquiriendo confianza sí mismo. Al llegar a los postres, miraba ya a sus padres frente a frente y sonreía. La comida había transcurrido con la cotidiana vulgaridad. No cabía duda: El mozo de cuadra tenía razón. Aquella distinción de “detrás” y de “delante” era toda una ciencia maravillosa, quizá toda la ciencita de la vida, y Romualdito, con la mirada lejana y sonriente, descubría horizontes nuevos e insospechados. Cuando terminó según el precepto de su buena educación, Romualdito se levantó, dio un beso a su padre y a su madre. Dijo ”Buenas noches”, en inglés, y se marchó. Don Romualdo exclamó con ternura viéndole irse: -¡Es un ángel! Y apuró con satisfacción su taza de café… _ La severa educación de Romualdito - Jose María Peman

I drew a moth mandala. I love drawing them! Artwork by Janelle Dimmett - 2026 - www.janelledimmett.com

Cattleman

Hey n0rman how much of a chance do I have

Experimental piece on cardboard using acrylic, markers and pastel. It was a fun picture to create.

My first stab at a drawing with grease pencil (China marker) in many, many years.

I felt like making one of my alien girls. The human race is overrated anyways.

Not sure what to say about this one. I like it. As many of you can probably see, I've been trying a more pixel-art-style technique lately. I use this program called Kleki--it's pretty cool. Also, I need a name for the grey creature.

"A dark man went on shovelling outside the door and all of a sudden I started to cry and I screamed: I'll bite him! I'll go outside and bite him! I shouldn't do that, Mummy said. He wouldn't under-stand. She screwed the top on to the bottle of Indian ink and said: what about going home? Yes, I said. So we went home." - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

Oh God! I have been reading too many manwhas! My brain has been infected! >.< My baby boy!

Humans, strange creatures.

Satirical painting featuring a man fishing in a large pothole in the road of a typical British council estate.