Inspired by the wonderful tutorial by rafy A, you can find it here: https://youtu.be/JM-esQnGIhQ
Camera photo source: https://www.pexels.com/photo/aperture-black-blur-camera-274973/
Forest and child source: Unsplash.com
An unknown creature, that looks to have bunny features, is becoming more tired ever since it has started school. And the creature likes to be known as...Nebula.
Life has been BUSY! Managed to get in a bit of practice today, slowly getting better at facial proportions which has been a real struggle for me. My next challenge is trying to find a pencil sharpener big enough for this Lyra Color Giant pencil I have been using :D
Tried a female portrait and i think its due for a redraw later but for now ill enjoy how it looks.Feel free to redraw this in your style.Comment what you would me to draw next
I felt bored so i decided to draw a handsome face instead of the usual female portrait.If you want to see more of my drawings check out my Instagram account @shadowyarts
This was for a Kinokuniya tote bag contest but it was inspired by a whole host of things. I have included some of my favorite book characters in the doodle as well as some folklores from Japan and China. Can you recognize them and the book characters?
The pink flower vine butterfly is inspired by a a mailbox I walked by during my lunch break. These vibrant pink flowers were wrapped around the entire box. I thought 'what a romantic way to receive your mail.'.
It's Fang! I feel like I should plop down more drawings of my fursona because I do go by his name (and he's my fursona, so, duh) So I'll show a bit of art with him in it! "He Dropped His Ice-Cream" a sad art!
(...) 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 (...)