Well... My school got closed for 2 weeks due to COVID-19. I think that the virus is a relatively serious thing, but closing schools isn’t going to do anything. The virus will still be there when we come back. I’m glad for the break, but I know I will find myself bored at some point. This means a lot of random paintings and drawings :)
I decided to do this piece because one of my friends argued that bits aren’t invasive and horses enjoy the clear commands. I ride in a bit so if you are a rider and you use bits I’m in no way attacking you. I merely wanted to express that bits are painful and invasive to horses and how important it is to keep light hands and only pull on the reins when necessary.
I painted recently a little castle for a wedding invitation, in watercolor and pigma micron pens. I'm now thinking about creating a fabric pattern on the theme of castle and royal gardens
I've gone completely bananas and did a tiktok/speedpaint of this illustration -
https://www.tiktok.com/@arabbitwithwings/video/7010157254993366277?is_copy_url=0&is_from_webapp=v1&lang=en&sender_device=pc&sender_web_id=7007172233336571397
A hand-drawn illustration capturing the quiet beauty of a slow afternoon. Featuring a traditional tea set and a bursting vase of purple wildflowers against a sun-drenched window, this piece blends the "Sunday Reset" aesthetic with timeless botanical charm. Perfect for tea lovers, art collectors, and anyone looking to bring a touch of "home sanctuary" vibes to their walls.
The Edge of Night
We are living in the days on the edge of night
You can see the darkness swallowing up the light
As the world of man accepts wrong for right
Time is short, and it is foolish to waste it
By debating with skeptics that faith in God is intellectually
bright
We are living in the days on the edge of night
The enemy’s delusion is thick
So, walk by faith and not by sight
Don’t lie around sunbathing in the light
We must pick up the banner of Christ
And work as long as there is light!
(January 23, 1994)
This is an exterior white paint on an old tarp with a treated lumber frame painting using a photograph taken of my Dad in the Summer of 1979. Dad and I were on the porch playing our guitars while a girl I was dating snapped some photos. I get a sense of Dad's calmness whenever I look at the photo, and now, this painting.