I can't do inkinv right now because of a health problem right now, but I am still doodling! I get to have my brain tumor removed on the 9th of February.
"Parts Unknown," Acrylic on Canvas, 18x24 Some actions we will never know the reason behind, and, quite honestly, we don't always need to know the answer. Anthony Bourdain committed suicide on June 8th, 2018, news that was shocking for most to hear. People continue to speculate what could have caused him to commit suicide, some feel he had more to do, to say before he died. Personally, I find there's some feeling of closure or completeness to his death. I don't know what the feeling is exactly, but it's there. It feels like he left on his own terms, decided it was time. I wouldn't consider his death as him waving a white flag to addiction and depression. He said his shows were intended to tell other's stories, tell them frankly and truthfully. It's interesting how blunt and honest he could seem to be about himself, though he kept so many layers held within. Although we'd love to have a clear cut answer, explanation, reason, what would knowing that information change?
This is a color pencil drawing by me based on a model named Veronika.I used Faber Castell Polychroms and Prismacolor pencils on Smooth Cartridge paper.many thanks for looking.
I copied this off of an artwork I found online, and hopefully it will improve my eye drawing capabilities... please, if you have any feedback, comment away! :)
The Word "MOSTAFA" is written in Arabic using the Kufi writing style. The word is sculpted on wood. I've used colored pencils to color the word. I've also used an Islamic framework to surround the word and beautify it.
I drew this up pretty quickly on a whim. I don't know what the story behind this is, what either of those creatures are called, or who that lady is. All I know is that the snail creature should be voiced by Tom Hiddleston
A cartographic representation of the experience of moving to a new city in a foreign land. This work, dubbed as 'Introspectionism', provides the viewer with a snapshot over time of the inner workings of the process of the strange becoming slowly more familiar and the foreign becoming Home.
I don't mess with oceans. One time, I just wanted to cool off on the edge. The undertow was so strong that I got trapped, knee-deep from the shore. Nothing I could do but just wait for the giant wave to pile-drive me into the beach. So much sand crack.
