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Ah yes, another hand. I never really realized how expressive hands can be, and I've been drawing them a lot more recently. (I swear I won't only draw hands.) This week has been quite the experience and has made me step back and look at certain things. (Who knew physics could be a metaphor for life?) Anyway, hope everyone is doing well, have a great weekend/week.

Morning warmup sketch/doodle with Krita. I seem to have a thing for wood nymphs exploring nature.....or maybe I have a thing for naked people in the woods? Who knows.

here 'tis ... Norn . I cannot take all the credit, my fellow untitled heroes all helped to bring this section of the dream to life .

Rumblings and ramblings.

Should I color this sketch in? I really like how this turned out so I want to know your opinion.

Nothing spectacular here, just an artist stuck in a rut and has no idea where to go.

This image describes me. What all I like and enjoy.

Puppy loves snow

Drawing inspired by something found in the garden.

New sketchbook time! Onwards to new doodling-flavoured adventures... Keeping it simple to start things off (as is custom).

And that finishes things off with my current sketchbook! Here's to what the next one brings :)

The process of getting to know ourselves. I painted this using Himi Miya Gouache.

I had some leftover paint pots so I experimented a little. Had a crappy few days so trying to do anything creative is a struggle. Anyone else find it hard to be creative when you're not in the best mood?

'in my culture, we believe that everyone becomes a god when we die, but we call them spirits. We plant a tree for them, and it is their new home, from which they commune with us . Spirits guide and protect us, '

Superstitions: Nightmare The 'nightmare' was originally believed to be a huge spirit which settled on people while they slept and gave them a feeling of being stifled - and in Europe an old preventative for this was to place a knife or something similar at the end of the bed, as it was well known that the denizens of darkness feared iron and steel.

These are some things I’ve drawn over the past few weeks ((:

A couple of beers, thoughts in my head about lockdown easing and Radiohead lingering in the background while I work = stuff like this.

Keeping one's head above the water in times of crisis...

Cats, space, and the usuals.

Too lazy for eating

Aaaaaaaaaand, September is here. Let's make this autumn a creative one...

Pig likes rose

Its funny because this was my first painting and looked very different. Just a bunch of green and a little sky blue blended in that looked like nothing to me. I ultimately gave up on it but revisited it about 2-3 weeks later and turned it into a night sky with rushing water flowing through two trees into a forest. I used a palette knife for most of it which was new for me as well ^^ hope you like. Debating on touching it up a bit...

Time and space adventurings.

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.