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I came across a photo of an old mask and surmised this could happen to you if you put it on.

old drawing,,,pencil,,,,,,

Credit to the photographer of the original portrait. All glory to God

19 years old yet I still have to do my best to become a professional artist and well...successful animator one day to release about 6 animated series!i finally made a birthday drawing for myself!and a scrumptious cake too! honestly I don't feel like Im 19 but thank goodness I had a fun time!and a delicious dinner!

Soft gold on deep maroon (acrylic) on canvas.

Not true to size, but we do hold 'hands'. Toddy is a big boy, a 36kg window-licking Boxer. Best thing in my house by far.

9x12 watercolor, ink, gouache, metallic acrylic, and gold leaf on watercolor paper

A home built into a cave under a large old tree. Graphite and Water Soluble Graphite on watercolor paper

My first serious project - logo and mascot for Apapers.com service. Done in cold blue pallet. The main character - letter A is supposed to bring more life and a sense of adventure and curiosity to the serious service and give customers, especially students, a sense of empathy and general good spirit about Apapers

There are many old lovely fishing villages in Hailuoto. Korkea Sunikari is one of them

Just a neat thing I saw in the forest

13 years old character I made in high school. Damien and Tave. I haven’t drawn them in 10 years ish haha

here 'tis ... Norn . I cannot take all the credit, my fellow untitled heroes all helped to bring this section of the dream to life .

Had an idea about how to use some of my old film. What do you guys think?

Was in an art slump, so have started new project (aim to finish by September) where I am drawing a "song" from each of Circa Survive's mainline albums (six total) - the first is from Juturna, song "Holding Someone's Hair Back".

"'Faith' is a fine invention for gentlemen who see. But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!"-Emily Dickinson. A doodle from English class during the 4th rainy and cold day this week; let's hope the weather isn't foreshadowing how the rest of the school year will go. In all honesty, the only way I got through this week was courtesy of gymnastics and my fantastic coaches (shout out to Tony and Andrea). I figured I'd snap a photo of this before I give it away...

(sold) flowers and LOVE:) Pretty and meditative.

Not nice. Not happy. An unhappy ending to an unhappy and struggling world. we tried . Now we have been given Illoniri, we start over, and this time the people are different, not just human, but elves and orcs, and people made of candy . Hope starts when we give up hopelessness and embrace new. Don't ask yourself which of these last people you may be . Just ask yourself if you want a better world than this. It really isn't about becoming someone, but finding out who you really are. Bloom .

Superstitions: Nightmare The 'nightmare' was originally believed to be a huge spirit which settled on people while they slept and gave them a feeling of being stifled - and in Europe an old preventative for this was to place a knife or something similar at the end of the bed, as it was well known that the denizens of darkness feared iron and steel.

Sketch of a Dungeon Crawler Game from the 90ties

Still playing with ballpoint pens. This time, I tried a “scribble” drawing, holding the pen way back on the shaft and making little circles and scribbles….then layering them over and over. It was actually very liberating and fun. I did this on a Canson sketch paper….which didn’t wear through, but did buckle a little towards the end.

Fantasy Polar Ice Flows: An old unfinished painting of mine. Oils on board, (Size: 20in x 16in).

Where do I begin with this one? This is a drawing of my dad and I; the picture was taken back in 2006, a happier time, I suppose. I don't commonly think about my dad, I don't necessarily think about how much I miss him or how I wish I could see him again, so it was odd for me to sit and look through old photos. I don't really know my dad; I do, but I don't. My dad was physically part of my life for 10 years, the second half of those were not the best. Mental illness, self medicating for years, debt, heroin, arguments, threats, uncertainty. I feel like I remember the negative more because I was older, my parents couldn't hide it from me like they used to. At the same time, when he was sober and stable, life was good. Life was great, things felt complete. So here I am, 6 years since he died. I don't want to say his image is fading, but I know less of who he was than I did before. I see the good from some (the ones who praise him, who act like he was a saint), and I see the bad from others (the one who felt the pain). I suppose I no longer see my view, my memories aren't there anymore. I don't necessarily feel sad, the anger has faded, and I can't say I'm happy. Maybe I'll figure it out one day, but, for now, it is what it is.

Transmundane Tuesday prompt from @carsonellis https://www.instagram.com/p/CEU8p6-BMjS/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

decided to take a day and go back to my roots, the reason i started drawing in the first place , SPIDER-MAN. Don't take any of it serious, I'm just screwing around here . Never take anyone's art super serious, in fact, that makes everyone's life harder and more awkward . so,,,, yeah, peace

Gollum from "Lord of the Rings". Another old drawing of mine. Graphite pencil on paper, (size A4).