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Ps first time i drew noggin from nick jr his debut art. Ps this took me almost 1 month to do. Started on aug 3 2026 same day as sketch noon. Ended / finished on aug 27 at 11pm/12am. Ps this drawing took me: 1 months 24 days or 7 weeks 6 days or 55 days or 1,320 hours or 79,200 minutes or 4,752,000 seconds Aka almost 2 months. Ps this one more experimental work ehere fiest time i tried blsckish navy nlue lineart ever. Ps this only first ime i drew noggin on 12$ paper he improve more i draw him. Hashtags: #noggin #nickjr #nogginfromnickjr #experimentalwork #experimental #test #brain #science #sciencest #nohate #colorful #faceexp #justforfun #newart #Nickelodeon #nick #pbskids #outside #enjoy

She's beautiful

Your enjoyment.

These were drawn on different days, in different places. A salt shaker and sugar rack at Beans & Barley on Milwaukee’s East Side—a place that is gone now. A chair at Starbucks, which is still there. When I go places, I wait. Waiting is filled with observation. Observation is recorded with marks. Marks spark memory. I can look at a few pencil lines years later and remember where I was. Maybe that’s what a sketchbook really keeps. Not drawings of things, but evidence of moments. For Doodle Addicts, I would use this rather than making Beans & Barley the whole story. The loss of Beans & Barley gives one sketch poignancy, but your larger idea is better: drawing converts otherwise disposable waiting into memory.

A quick observational sketch from the chess meet—boards, pieces, and the strange architecture of waiting. The chessmen seemed to be rehearsing before the players arrived.

She is screaming. You just can’t hear her. Cinch tighter. The paper crumples. She takes up less space. Sometimes, silencing is just making someone smaller.

For no. 3 I’m making use of today’s Samhuinn open meeting freebies! Plus an anagram for the title… ;-) If you know, you know!

Out of August and into September we go!

Title: The Game Medium: Acrylic Paint on canvas. Size:24” W x 36” H x1” D Year Completed:2026 The first conceptual design for this painting is an ink rendering entitled: The Window of The Soul. The inspiration behind the design is the concept that Christians are supposed to be windows that God’s light can shine through. But the Christian sin nature can block that light from filling a room. The same way window drapes do. In the design the soul is represented as the inside of a house. The stair going down represent Hell. The stair going up to the second floor represent Heaven. The stairs going up to the second floor have no railings, this show that the assentation of the stairs must be made by faith. The Stairs leading down to the basement has a protective railing around it, representing that God is not willing that anyone should perish, but to repent from sin. The Trinity of God is represented by the cultic three Leif flower that is part of the railing that surrounds the subsurface stair well. The second inner railings represent man-controlled descent. No one fall accidently into Hell. People move closer to Hell with every action of rejection toward God they make. The world globe represents, all humanity needs to decide who they are living for. There is no neutral ground. The checked board floor pattern illustrates this reality, the black spaces with the upside-down heart points to Hell. While the white space with the upright heart point to Heaven. The open door with Jesus standing on the outside, represents the need for a savior. Humanity is separated from the direct presence of God, due to their sin nature. God can not stand the presence of anarchy, when Lucifer leaded an armed revolt against God’s Lordships, after he and third of the angel lost the battle, God created Hell , a place of internal punishment, where the enemies of God will dwell. God had warned humanity, that the day they disobey God, they will surely die. So out of compassion God sent His Son to fulfill the righteousness required by God’s Holiness. Jesus lived a life 33 years without sinning, even though He was temped as we are tempted. God’s son was then treated like a criminal, beaten with in an inch of His life, then took the place on the cross as a substitute for a murder and thief named Barabbas. God poured out His wrath on His son, so through faith the unrighteous can be forgiven and made righteous. By putting their faith in God’s savior, and turning from their old rebellious living, and walking in the newness of His Holly Spirit. The second floor is supposed to represent the entrance to the kingdom of Heaven. The lion’s heads in the wallpaper proclaim that Jesus who came the first time as a sacrificial lamb, is now coming as the conquering lion. The open door with the cross on it is the entrance to Heaven. The railing on the second floor with the fish standing on their tail with a cross in the mild of them represent the support of the body of Christ during the Earthly journey toward Heaven. Temptation of the world are represented by the Victorian wooden staircase and fancy rug, the roman columns. The Greek saying on the headier: Eat, Drink, he merry, for tomorrow we die. Stephen J. Vattimo 8/27/2026

I've completed my part of the art trade with @daydreamerdahlia! At first, Anya was just in a dress, but then I thought it was kind of weird that Caroline was wearing a coat, and Anya was just in a dress outside, so I redrawn her coat. The scar and earrings are still there! But I didn't want to hide her colorful coat under a shawl. Green goes well with her red hair, and to blend in with Caroline, I went with green. I imagine it as some kind of girls night out. Well, not a girls night out, Caroline in her male persona Smarty, I imagine her name already carrying weight and no one will bother them! Tommy can chill at home this time.

Re-uploaded with some edits that no one will notice. The OC's name is Caroline Shelton. She belongs to the middle-upper class; her father is quite wealthy, so she knew no hardship much. But she is eccentric and zealously strives for knowledge, has many hobbies and is skilled in many things because of her pursuits. Basically, all she cared about in life was intellectual development. She had only one friend who could stand her personality and temper, James Holloway. Some time later, he disappeared, and Caroline received his bloodstained watch from an anonymous sender with no explanation, only the mailing address from which the anonymous sent the package. Caroline couldn't think of anything better than to dress up as a man and travel to the town the package came from, introducing herself as James Holloway and gaining fame with her skills. She hopes that if the anonymous hears about an albino man named James Holloway in the town where they might live, they'll contact her again when they hear about her. Her logic is this: this person sent a package containing something important to Jim to her, so they must know something about Jim, her, and their friendship, and if they hear Jim's name used by an albino, they'll understand everything. So she sets out on a dangerous journey, making herself a kind of beacon/signal for the anonymous sender to find them and through them to find Jim or learn what happened to him. She'll meet Tommy during this search.

Ruskin believed that ornament was never decoration for its own sake — it was evidence of attention, a record of the hand and eye slowing down enough to truly see. These kaleidoscope name designs are built the same way: a name broken into line, repeated outward with discipline, until pattern becomes a kind of patience made visible.mandala, kaleidoscope, radial symmetry, pattern art, geometric art, name art, marker art, hand drawn, meditative art

Something different. Tell me what you think in the comments.

Last night’s work as I was travelling home… When you realise the paper in your instant camera is sticker material, so experiment time it is!

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... ==

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.

We all wear masks…some are beautiful, some are ugly, we change them depending on occasions or people we meet, but every mask is just another piece of who we are. With this portrait I challeged myself to focus more on strokes than variety of techniques and brushes. I mainly used @jingsketch soft square render harmonic brush

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

Before I moved, I worked for several years in agriculture. It was hard work, but I have fond memories of that time. My son, by chance, also loves the outdoors and working with his hands. I love gardening together

I took a moment to break out the oil pastels I have been meaning to use FOREVER. It is a tough medium, and I have lots to learn, but I am enjoying the process

Digital procreate portrait

The new chapter is in progress and one of the two scenes is already written, but for now I've made the cover for the fanfic and the masterlist, hehe. Mostly this was just an experiment with black and white and some brushes.

I am illustrating a children's book for an author who is self-publishing. The story is about her granddaughter who wants a guinea pig and has to learn how to care for it.

Could mean anything as per usual! From last week :-)

Experimenting with Ido, in conceptual design. His concept is actually still very ambiguous in my imagination, unlike his wyvern counterpart. There are still multiple interpretations I have to try out, before narrowing down onto the one which is the most fitting. His elusive character is starting to show (as an ego). A prideful yet aloof character, hiding a very vulnerable and lonely side underneath. Very wise and knowledgeable from an endless search for meaning, but there are some things that he still couldn't understand.

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.

Concept work

Sticker therapy takes a dark path!

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

More experiments from today…