Sticky-note doodle warm-up ft: Wolf-knight, spirit pig, egg you just upset, quiet moon boy, turtle dragon, t-rex with laser cannons, a lighthouse, and friends
Sticky-note doodle warm-up ft: Mr. Clean, Zamtrios, life's big questions, a dead mouse, R.O.B., a beautiful anime girl, walmart super star, a yeti, and friends
Sticky-note warmup doodle ft: a burger, and octopus, a moth and its lover, an upset skateboarding pikachu, Patrick Swayze from Roadhouse, self-care, a grape loving internet duck, a soul, a kitty-rex, a misplaced turtle, and others.
Observations from an expedition to the Houston Museum of Natural Science, which features an incredible paleontology hall. I brought with me a pad of sticky notes, a couple Micron plastic nib pens, a set of Copic Markers, my fanny pack, and some headphones. Prehistoric life has been an infatuation of mine since childhood, and there is something very humbling about drawing in the shadows of these fallen giants.
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?
The leftover experience of the damaged mind that lack various questions needed to be asked. Early brushes reveal a struggle to relate and speak. Damages on canvas that we witness.
To become selfish in manners that depict a lack of understanding, a horrid brooding fire contact fractured arms completely. Harm composed by the ashes that follow. A tundra voyage in need.
Inability to look deep within motions of identity, to claim further regions, but to hide beneath a truth. Social interaction featured in the removal. Voyage loom near.
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Beautiful arms that cradle gentle harmony through the sweet dreams of wonder follow branches into the hearts of night. Tears of happiness lay vibrant meadow. Smiles bloom in garden Earth.
Beaten mention through words that of a dark age reveal vines that bleed into the hearts of many. To present your reflective waves, to be ridiculed by voices lacking the complete understanding. In thoughts, a depression emerges.
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.
Deep thoughts compose these kinds of oddity fully. Severed ways of a child begin darkness, but these waves of good manner determine a decent stride to come. A belief in harmony to bloom soon.