Brown ink and watercolour on paper, 4x6". Reference photo from Deviant Art. This is probably the closest I've come yet to the style I'm trying so hard to learn. Being self-taught, I'm very much open to suggestions and advice.
Another "Sick Day Scarecrow" I did recently getting over a cold. There's too much comic stuff to get into to explain this, but in summary its a parallel universe Scarecrow I decided to design who is more of a superhero. Kinda.
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.
I can grow my own garden. I did this drawing in a stillman and birn alpha sketchbook with a kuretake bimoji pen (+ the posca paint pen for the background). Thank you for looking!
A sideways version of my watercolor painting titled "Neutral Rose." If anyone knows how I can get these properly reoriented, please help. If you can image this one quarter turn to the left and on things like shirts, hats, and posters, try checking out this link to see all those things for real: https://linktr.ee/okhismakingart
A dark image that reflects in witness that does not need to be said, understood beneath the horrid reflections for which various creatures through time, present, in future sorrows, harmed to nightmares or death, fractured eyes that seep lands familiar, but rarely be spoken. An image of harsh reality.
Reign of discomfort, anger, sorrow, anxiety, and length at severed waves unveil a swarming world of horrors. Whisper deeper in these ears, a looming meadow of loneliness emerges. Brooding mind, depart and lay hidden.
Dead lady in the arms of lad within cemetery walks of life. Tears greatly emerge to distort the valley of mirrors. Walking, crying, there be a day to repeat itself while sorrow slowly consumes him.
Dark oceanic blunder focus distance and disturbance fully. Bleeding creature in tears of this manifestation growing. Horrendous branches consume while last thoughts falter, compose this ending formation.
Twisted mentions of the horrid fever that be separated in these realms of bleakness, a tense reality prevail. Images further, but repetitive sorrow consume him.
Broken heart looking for answers for these sorrows and ravaging wounds. Fear, enclosed but in hope of a guiding reality further. Distance of a lad emerges.
Horrid ways for which sorrow follow further down the dim lights of life. What lines must be crossed as glass seem to puncture minds swollen? A strangeness emerges beneath our shadows.
Bright booze confirm an odd expression of sorrow and a look to lively eyes at this dance. Calamity surges through waves by which may emerge discomfort.
