Just another day of struggling with it. Motivation feeling quite a bit dry, even if my brain is overactive with ideas. Decided to just say "screw it" and went with this doodle.
I tried to depict a glowing rainbow bottle, but the glow looks more like that of an incandescent bulb. Yeah, the missing set of blue markers didn't help either. I'd really love to hear any suggestions
The little bluebird, restless artist,
Flew over the orange horizon without restraint.
With his box full of colored pencils,
He thought he could paint the sky in an instant, of course!
But too many pencils and too few wings,
Unbalanced the poor little bird.
So many colors, no coordination,
His creative disaster fell to the ground!
Orange, yellow and red pencils shattered,
While the little blue bird fell in tears.
His celestial dream turned into a nightmare...
Until he saw - a rainbow formed!
From sadness, joy overflowed,
In that magical moment he understood:
It doesn't matter the skill or the tools,
Art comes from the heart, even if messy!
Wanted to draw some floaty dudes! These poses are all referenced from Pinterest, the only thing from my brain was the coloured character’s design. I just needed to practise
It was International Friendship Day yesterday, so I made a little something. Pokémon is a huge part of my childhood, and I'd like to draw something for it. Here's my Pokémon trainer sona, Maya, and her Eevee, Tracy! :D (Side note: If someone by my name just with an s on Sketchers United posted this, that's me. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I don't have any copycats!) (I also posted this on my Instagram)
I've undertaken a new goal to upload a new piece of art every day. I'm already 28/28 over on my Instagram. This little number is from yesterday, he's just a pretty sad boy.
this isn't that good but my three remaining brain cells finally figured out how to properly draw a thumb, so that's cool ig // the person is @WilburSoot on Twitter and IG // art block is slowly killing me uWu
My very first freehand from the past almost two decades, scribbled it at dawn, after ten hours of work just to see where the lines take me. I learned that I really enjoy drawing hair strain by strain.
A chalk drawing of two people singing under a tree in the rain. Their song the same, neither remembering meeting the other before, but each of their voices stirring distant, long forgotten memories in the other.