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This was the very first mermaid illustration that I've created for my business called Dream Pigment. I ran a small print run of this image and have sold this at comic book conventions and art events.

Grungy doodle of the day. I felt inspired to do something smudgy and decorative and colorful.

Small drawing photo Ed into Adobe Sketch and then color was added.

More literal illustrations of food names. Drunken shrimp.

Painting done on a 24" x 36" canvas with Arteza and Master's Touch acrylic paint

Vector illustration and typography

Digital painting on canvas of "Michel Onfray" in the manner of the praise of the approximation of the exhibition. This graphic and stylistic style is borrowed from the concept elaborated in the Praise of Approximation ": a painting to be reconstructed using the structure to which the perceptions are subordinated, highlighting the perceptual disturbances of perception. whose memory has been recorded in the brain of each individual. Peinture numérique sur toile de « Michel Onfray » à la manière de l’éloge de l’approximation de l’exposition. Ce style graphique et stylistique sont emprunt au concept élaboré dans l’Éloge de l’approximation » : une peinture à reconstruire à l’aide de la structure à laquelle sont subordonnées les perceptions qui met en évidence les troubles de la perception liés à la manière dont le souvenir a été enregistré dans le cerveau de chaque individu.

Mermay Day 16: Important - Octavius the octopus hasn't been the same since the drunk cargo ship captain ran aground on his reef...

A 3 format, mixed technique. "My dissatisfaction with my progress in magic is growing," I said to the wizard Cirilo Bum, "I want to quickly become a wizard and not stagnate in the place." "Every creature, so the wizards, have their own way, and always travel, even if they stand in place," the old wizard answered. Then make a quick gesture by hand, a piece of paper was created in his hand. Give me the paper and say: "This is your way, the way you will have to pass before you feel the pleasure of becoming a wizard. When you get to the green path, you've almost succeeded." This paper, the picture you are watching, was a weak attempt by Cirilo Bum - one in a row - to express his artistic side. - If there is a magic spell or magic process in the picture, it would be good - I mumbled sullenly - what is this drawing at all? - The drawing contains all the answers. You have to start thinking with your head, think a lot, if you want to become a wizard - sighs Chirilo Bum - You are on one of the yellow points. The picture shows two tracks, each you need to cross. Paper, namely drawing, is a world of magic and witchcraft. The world of witchcraft, then, touches on the real, material world. I was studying the picture for a while and all I've concluded is that the green trail is not connected to another path. "There is an error here, it is impossible to reach the green path," I said to the wizard. - The only one who learns and understands the material world in which he lives is advancing in every sense - answer me the wizard Čirilo Bum - if your ground is firmly under your feet, it is easier to climb the path of witchcraft. On the other hand, too long a stay in the world of magic may end up with a fall in the unknown. I nodded because I did not get the answer I needed, so I went to the forest. "Do not forget to clean the house, my boy," Cirilo Bum told me as I left. I was in the mind other things, the formulas I found in the old books of Cyrus Bum. (Speaking of these magical formulas will lead to the appearance of five giants (Mato Bumps, Bruno Biceps, Miro Mass, Karlo Stone, and Alayas Him) in the world of Fantasy.)

Apolonia Cacadu (her family is calling her: Polly) is a working girl. Very hard working. During the day, she works part time in three different places, and in the evenings she professionally swings on a swing above the bar counter, in the "Under parrots" pub. Because of this constant running around the city, there is little time for her to eat, and often her daily meal is just a handful of crackers (which she loves) and a few green olives with pepper. That’s why her weight is rather featherlike. She dreams about a trip to the Amazon rainforest and spreading her wings as a dancer (she’s great at dance hall and twerking).

Some of my friends got drunk and came up with this idea that my best friend was a god. For whatever reason they decided Hopsin and Billie are the other two major gods. So this is part of a joke we have been pulling on him. Could have worked harder editing it but it’s all for fun. Thought I’d share it.

Whitetail is a terrific sidekick. He is a good fighter. He can run on walls. He is really strong. He can change different colors to camouflage to be safe when hiding. Kaitlen, Age 7

Sky-trundling in the dusky night through the dusty rain-bowed clouds.

Pen and watercolor

A full-body colored portrait of Hunter Benedict "Ben" Shepherd at the time he joined Soundgarden. Prints for sale @ etsy.com/shop/DrawingsByLucia.

Fall running lewk.

A Valentine sketch I did for my wife. The image is inspired by the classic scene, (from the original old campy "Adam West" Batman movie), where Batman is running with a bomb.

doodle

An assignment for drawing class.

Sylvanas Windrunner from World of Warcraft fanart

decided to draw one of my close friends Dungeons and dragons character i think it came out pretty okish, did it all in sharpie and as you can prob see they were running a bit dead.

My submission for the Doodle Caravan challenge

From the digital sketchbook...a fun watercolory and penciled crowd. They’re scrunched together but are all pretty calm.

A page of comic for a conquest The story End of the project: human species. The simulation has been achieving unexpected outcomes. Was increased free thought and the doubts fade away. At that time, I recreate my own image. However, it's behaviours came with anomalies. We aren't. You can't run away from you. Dreams were unexisted memories. The likehood was that we're living an illusion. But, we change our view. I couldn't attain the freedom I looked for. Everything became real. Everything came down. Am I still dreaming?

Walking beast consume liquid to twist minds into horrid measure. Running away, outside dark realms, children always seem to suffer. Tears under this bed, in time, will he find you?