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From my recent trip to France Instagram @Jinmeng10000

Where do I begin with this one? This is a drawing of my dad and I; the picture was taken back in 2006, a happier time, I suppose. I don't commonly think about my dad, I don't necessarily think about how much I miss him or how I wish I could see him again, so it was odd for me to sit and look through old photos. I don't really know my dad; I do, but I don't. My dad was physically part of my life for 10 years, the second half of those were not the best. Mental illness, self medicating for years, debt, heroin, arguments, threats, uncertainty. I feel like I remember the negative more because I was older, my parents couldn't hide it from me like they used to. At the same time, when he was sober and stable, life was good. Life was great, things felt complete. So here I am, 6 years since he died. I don't want to say his image is fading, but I know less of who he was than I did before. I see the good from some (the ones who praise him, who act like he was a saint), and I see the bad from others (the one who felt the pain). I suppose I no longer see my view, my memories aren't there anymore. I don't necessarily feel sad, the anger has faded, and I can't say I'm happy. Maybe I'll figure it out one day, but, for now, it is what it is.

Patron Saint of lost socks. They sure do keep multiplying! #patronSaints

Patron Saint of Insomniacs.

Patron Saint of Compartmentalizing. Dedicated to everyone who needs to do it. #dailyDrawing #patronSaint

Little pause in my travelbook, for little watercolors mixed with ink pen on parisian landscapes in plein air

The third and the last piece of my bar drawings. (Felt-pen. 2012)

Patron Saint of Lost Keys and Small Things. Reminded me of this poem by Elizabeth Bishop. One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Patron Saint of Moths and Knitting. I do love moths so much. There is so much quiet beauty in them. Just wish they would stay away from my favorite sweaters. #PatronSaint #dailyDrawing

I love anything I can stick flowers on. This is one of my ultimate favorites. Botanical Skull - Micron Ink (005) on Bristol - www.janelledimmett.com

"One never knows where to find humans", said the flower to the prince. "The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult." - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. https://www.instagram.com/p/CpVMu2kupkm/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Prismacolor sobre Canson Mi Teintes (Based on the original "Le Petit Prince (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)" par Oxana Zaika https://ar.pinterest.com/pin/400961173058074565/?lp=true )

Patron Saint of Obscure Patron Saints. Thank you for all who shared your own Patron Saints, who commented and who encouraged me. This was really fun to do. #patronSaint #dailyDrawing

Patron Saint of Chatterboxes. If you have a fountain, turn it off; let even a fountain rest. K. Prutkov. #dailyDrawing #patronSaint

Martin Schongauer, pen on paper, 2022

Saint Anna lake in Transylvania for school

I've begun cutting apart my old sketchbooks and glueing them back together. The results of which are sometimes more interesting than the old drawings themselves. This saint is my favorite of my most recent bunch. She's the prettiest Christmas tree of all.

Patron Saint of Book hoarding. Yep. That's me! #dailyDrawing #patronSaint

St. WIlgefortis. Patron Saint of facial hair and of people seeing a refuge from abusive husbands (and fathers). When I was doing my research into existing Patron Saints, I stumbled onto St. Wilgefortis. I thought that was a fun combination - until I read to the end. From Wikipedia: "According to the legend of her life, set in Portugal and Galicia, she was a teenage noblewoman who had been promised in marriage by her father to a Moorish king. To thwart the unwanted wedding, she had taken a vow of virginity, and prayed that she would be made repulsive. In answer to her prayers she sprouted a beard, which ended the engagement. In anger, Wilgefortis' father had her crucified." I considered giving her a knife, to fight off the unwanted husbands and vile fathers, but that would not be true to her suffering. So I included her blood instead. #dailydrawing #patronSaint

Patron Saint of Long Showers. #dailydrawing #patronSaint

Patron Saint of Woodpeckers and Hangovers. And possibly headaches. I think I remember reading that woodpeckers probably all have headaches, even with their tongues and flexible skulls. I have a headache. #patronSaint

A sketch of my OC , Nicholas Constantine Saint.

Closer than ever to sainthood....#Embracingnightmares is we’re his body was magically transported....

Watercolor in situ

Saint George and the dragon

Patron Saint of Complaining. My most evoked Patron Saint of recently. #dailyDrawing #patronSaint

Patron Saint of small sorrows. A dead bee on a sidewalk, a dead plant, accidental break of a favorite cup. Small sorrows are many and everywhere. What is a patron saint you want to see? #patronSaint #dailydrawing