Well I belong to the food capital of Madhya Pradesh - Indore..indore is well known for its variety of food and culture..Here is a doddle for food lovers .
I think Art is the only good thing came out of religion. Maybe centuries from now when science will only be the thing people believe in, we will finally appreaciate the art we've created out of religious competency.
At that time we are living out there in space because of the nuclear disaster we've made on earth making it inhabitable for us to live. Because somebody thought that his god is better than somebody else's.
So now revisiting after centuries, looking at the marvels our ancestors have created make us hope that always good things come out of bad things. We just have to search for it.
Maine Coon Kitten, drawn with fineliners and alcohol markers. Took 3 and a half hours to complete. Super happy with how this came out, it was my first time using alcohol markers for an artwork.
With the help of liner pens, Col-Erase pencils, and a white gel pen, I was able to design a fighter type character.. That doesn't have a name yet. I'm open to suggestions if anyone wants to give her an official title.
Here's a traditional art sketch card, produced on a 4 X 5 inch blank licensed card. The cut lines are set at 2.5 X 2.3 standard trading card size. Artwork is Copic marker and Prismacolor colored pencil. This card was created as a random insert for the 2018 Rittenhouse Archives Star Trek Captains collection Card series. This card features my favorite Star Trek bad guy Harcourt Fenton Mudd or Harry Mudd. See more at Sketchcardsandcovers.com
I did this drawing as watercolor practice. I hadn't been doing waterclor drawing for quite long time. It took a couple days to finish it, but I enjoyed it. It was really worth it.
Cute peaceful fox drinking coffee, wearing a scarf. Trying gouache for the first time. It's a really nice medium. I am definitely going to keep at it and make some more gouache paintings.
(...) En ese preciso momento, en el que soltaba aire y respiraba de nuevo, sus ojos fijaron la mirada de repente en un punto. Un pequeño punto de su universo que había cambiado de color. Se acercó al objeto de su curiosidad y se encontró con una pequeña flor. Una flor que no había visto nunca antes. Con un color raro que no conocía. No era del azul del cielo ni del blanco de las estrellas ni del verde que tanto conocía de las copas de los arboles. Era de un color entre el suelo y el cielo. Un morado vivo que rompía con todo lo que se encontraba a su alrededor. Una flor que hizo que todos los otros colores se volvieran pequeños en un instante a la vista de Zaya.
No se atrevió a tocarla, por miedo a hacerle daño, o a que se rompiese (...)
This is one of the pages of my handmade picture book (made w/ watercolor paper, watercolor paint, color pencils, and pen & ink). I really wanted to focus on illustrating the beauty of the architecture and vibrant colors of the buildings.
