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.
To be taken away, for with sickness unveil a composed struggle within this life. Lad take creature into the hills of forest brew in hopes of a better life. A last glimpse of her, then, nothing.
An early doodle of mine from my Junior year astronomy class. I have this up as a print for sale on Redbubble, Society6, Fine Art America, and Threadless.
Uprooting creature voyage further toward the claim of loud waters emerging. Profound wind amuse these senses accordingly. Beautiful witness proclaim happiness in these walking branches.
This is another one of my London rose watercolor paintings. It is available as a print on products on Redbubble, Society6, Zazzle, and Threadless. All sites are accessible via this link: https://linktr.ee/okhismakingart
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.
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?
