It has been a while since I last felt that I had a good day. Got myself together to draw, and the first thing that came into mind was to continue this character design project.
Tried a mix between shades of grey, pale blue, with a tint of purple. Overall, the practice in drawing bird anatomy is slowly getting there. But yea... This is not a Blue Jay... I might have went a little too blue.
It’s okay to be different. You don’t have to be like everyone else in order to fit in or be accepted. In fact, being different is what makes you unique and special. Embrace your quirks and differences, because that’s what makes you who you are.
Being different can also be a good thing. It can make you stand out from the crowd and make you more memorable. When it comes to your career, being different can help you stand out and get ahead. And when it comes to relationships, having unique interests or hobbies can attract like-minded people who share your passions.
So don’t worry if you don’t quite fit into the mold of society's expectations – there is nothing wrong with being different! Just own it, embrace it and enjoy all the benefits that come with it!
In an ambiguous relationship, people's minds are always guessing. Pull a rose petal. Yes, he likes me. Pull another petal. Oh no, he doesn't like me. Even after tearing a bunch of flowers, the answer remains unclear.
•EMI ♡ DOODLE•
I’m a Doodler ( Doodle Artist ).
Constellation Collection
-Gemini Twins-
Both are unidentical twins, but born with same personality. That’s remind me of someone, who always bling bling here and there...
A striking hand-drawn conceptual illustration featuring a brain wearing a colander like a helmet, titled "Selective Ignorance." This piece explores the conscious choice to filter out the noise of the world to protect one's mental clarity and focus.
From the chaotic artist mind pours the energy needed to grow your future. A little seed takes growth in your life and stretches across everything manifesting ideas into tangible results.
Ephesians 4:22-24 NIV
You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness. //There are 6 Sundays leading up to Good Friday. In observation of Lent, I will be posting 6 works inspired by the theme. This is for the 4th Sunday of Lent.
I like imagining static objects having human feelings and expressions. This little plumb one is telling me its emotion of the moment, perhaps contemplative sadness? Waiting for its time to shine?
Imagine trading your soft bed for a deflating mattress.
Imagine food cooked under ash, a fire that smokes more than it warms.
Imagine waking at dawn with stiff muscles, yet finding yourself strangely alive.
This sketch is not just about tents, cars, and campfires.
It is about the in-between—where inconvenience and beauty wrestle, and something deeper sneaks in.
Camping reminds me: comfort is overrated, but presence is priceless.
In this memory-driven piece, Patmore reconstructs the bathroom from his third-grade elementary school, capturing the sterile brightness, the tiled repetition, and the institutional reminder to “WASH YOUR HANDS.”
But the scene is not pristine — a leaky sink, an out-of-order stall, and a taped-up sign reveal the quiet decay behind childhood places we assume were orderly and safe.
Patmore blends nostalgia with unease, transforming a simple restroom into a study of what it means to grow up: how the lessons we learn early (“hygiene,” discipline, responsibility) stay with us even after the walls begin to crack. The small pop of blue tape emphasizes the DIY fragility of rules meant to guide us.
This piece stands at the intersection of memory and maintenance — of spaces, of bodies, and of ourselves.
Sugar skulls celebrate the life and stories of our loved ones who have passed on. Each skull encompasses a unique theme representing a piece of their life. It’s a reminder of who they are. It’s their story.
Done with Pencil. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own. I just drew as I went along. I didn’t see it first in my mind. That’s why it basically escaped on its own from thin air.
I have made of book of these maps of whimsical nonsense. I strongly feel we need more nonsense & mindless meaningless windows of imagination & for those who r not afraid to go on a courageous personal adventure... enjoy! In other words, whatever u see... u r correct. There is no hidden message. No persuasion or guiding philosophy... just silly fun if u will allow yourself the freedom to revel w-out reason.
Here I am practicing drawing guys. These are all guys, believe it or not! I sketched Peter from San Domingo, the Medicine Hat Stallion. In the center is Gale from the Hunger Games. This is one of the ways I imagined he looked from the books. And below him is Hart from the Last Holiday Concert. The only guy I drew full-body was the kid on the right side. I didn’t draw him, however, with any specific character in mind, so I guess I just made him up.
What happens when I keep trying to capture that spiritual image seen from the mind's eye? A shapeshifting abstract that is anchored merely by symbols. Sometimes I really just want to convey a consistent image that the world can see, which is really, really hard...
It was a quick sketch i made for a person..I promised him a sketch but didn't fulfilled the promise for like 2 weeks then i choose to work on it..drew lines for 6-7 mins
Bob Marley-től egyszer megkérdezték, hogy létezik-e a tökéletes nő.
Erre ő azt mondta:
-Kit érdekel a tökéletesség?
A hold sem tökéletes, tele van kráterekkel....
Mi a helyzet a tengerrel? Túl sós, és sötét a mélyben.
Az égbolt? Mindig olyan végtelen, vagyis a legszebb dolgok nem tökéletesek, különlegesek.
Minden nő, mint minden férfi, és minden ember kiválasztja, hogy ki a "különleges" az életében.
Ne akarj "tökéletes" lenni, hanem próbálj szabad lenni, és élni azzal, amit, vagy akit szeretsz, anélkül, hogy mások tetszését szeretnéd!
Festette: Ildikó Tuloková ༄
