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Page one of my first ever comic! And my first ever horse. It's called "I am a horse." A little explanation: in my native language, there's a separate word for gray hair. So I was playing with words a little here, hinting at his morality and also his hair color (she said he is "grey" rather than "gray-haired"). This is directly related to my fanfic "One last time."

A fun collage of all the things that were on my mind at the time of drawing. Made this as a banner for my website and Soundcloud and Spotify and stuff.

I started by thinking up the most awful things I could, which wasn't particularly difficult. When I had made things as awful as possible I took a run and bounced off the floor and flew away from everything, leaving it all behind me in a deep well. Down there the whole town was burning. Down there Poppolino was padding around in the studio in the dark screaming with loneli-ness. Down there sat the crow saying: it was your fault that I died. And the Unmentionable Thing crawled under the mat. But I just went on flying. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

I guess I can make pretty things after all. I guess I was going for something a bit more serious than my silly pictures.

Nothing wrong with keeping things simple

And that’s a wrap from this current sketchbook! Closing things with some Peter Falk wisdom I’ve shared before, I think… “My idea of Heaven is to wake up, have a good breakfast, and spend the rest of the day drawing.”

Last spring we had nineteen canaries. I must tell you, once and for all, that canaries are very virulent birds. It starts with the mother bird and the father bird. They have babies. And before the babies get a single feather on their bodies they have to leave home and the father bird sings again and the mother bird lays new eggs. That's how things go with canaries. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

The things you overhear on the radio that get you to work…

Look I give my cats when they pee or break something. It's like why? You have boxes and why you need to be breaking things? Half the time you don't want me. I don't own cats...they own me. I should have known this.

DADDY LOVES ALL ANIMALS BECAUSE THEY don't contradict him. He likes ones that are furry best. And they love him, too, because they know that they can do just as they like. But it's quite a different matter with Females. If you make statues of them they become women but as long as they remain Females things are difficult. They can't even pose properly and they talk much too much. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

Piece from a while back when I first started to get back into sketching things

Copic markers

I don't know how the movie ends; I won't see it, considering my country, but all my headcanons are sequels to the movie. I have no idea what happens to Tommy, but I hope my imagination is strong enough to figure out how to save him without breaking canon. Otherwise, this is all AU. The OC's name is Caroline Shelton. She belongs to the middle-upper class; her father is quite wealthy, so she knew no hardship much. But she is eccentric and zealously strives for knowledge, has many hobbies and is skilled in many things because of her pursuits. Basically, all she cared about in life was intellectual development. She had only one friend who could stand her personality and temper, James Holloway. Some time later, he disappeared, and Caroline received his bloodstained watch from an anonymous sender with no explanation, only the mailing address from which the anonymous sent the package. Caroline couldn't think of anything better than to dress up as a man and travel to the town the package came from, introducing herself as James Holloway and gaining fame with her skills. She hopes that if the anonymous hears about an albino man named James Holloway in the town where they might live, they'll contact her again when they hear about her. Her logic is this: this person sent a package containing something important to Jim to her, so they must know something about Jim, her, and their friendship, and if they hear Jim's name used by an albino, they'll understand everything. So she sets out on a dangerous journey, making herself a kind of beacon/signal for the anonymous sender to find them and through them to find Jim or learn what happened to him.

I don't know who he is, but I'll figure it out.

Another of them usual characters to conclude things in my current volume!

“I don’t know much, but I know a little about a lot of things.” - Oliver Hardy.

A while back, I jumped into a global property deal, saying folks like me could cash in on hot foreign housing scenes. Real estate - sure, everyone knows it prints money, a big-time industry worldwide. It looked solid at first - they showed me online walkthroughs of places I partly owned, got me pumped. Still, there was this weird vibe nagging me, hard to explain, just wouldn’t quit bugging me inside. I ignored it, though, brushed it off, kept going anyway. One thing I’d say now? Listen to that inner voice - every single time. I kept picturing the steady cash coming in, which blurred how clearly I saw things. At first, they paid me consistent returns, making it feel legit. Over time, though, I poured more money into it. Before long, I tried pulling out bigger amounts - but then the payouts just vanished. The reasons they gave shifted every week, and not long after, they began asking for added charges to fix the withdrawal issues. Still, I’d spent every dollar - put everything I owned into it, thinking it’d be okay. When things went south, I panicked, then remembered a name: {DIGITAL LIGHT SOLUTION}. Found them through some random post while scrolling late at night. Honestly? Didn’t believe they’d help, but they jumped on it fast, scanning stuff I didn't even know existed. Right away, knew these folks weren’t messing around. Used hidden clues online, tracked down where the cash got moved, and then fought to pull it all back into my hands. I'm happy the hard work brought results - my full investment was back in just 72 hours thanks to the team handling my issue. I reached {DIGITAL LIGHT SOLUTION} through T e l e g r a m -- d i g i t a l l i g h t s o l u t i o n And E m a i l.d i g i t a l l i g h t s o l u t i o n (@) q u a l i t y s e r v i c e.c o m - W hats App +1.9.5.4.8.5.6.8.0.4.5  

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! May it be filled with love from your favorite characters.

Copic markers

Got inspired recently and made this. I thought I'd have more time to sketch out stuff, but things are busy again...oh well...

Continuing to consolidate the colour profile of the White Bird. Even if the photo fails to capture it, those pale shades are actually a sophisticated mixture of grey, sky blue, pink, and purple shades, managed with eraser and finished with white. Have been working on my ability to manage lighting, softening the shades and contrasts. Colouring white things are actually not easy, because you will notice all the minute colouring differences much more easily.

"If there are things that haven’t aged well, I’d be grateful if you laugh them off with a forgiving heart.” - Hirokazu Hikawa.

Things have been too deep lately.

All men have parties and are pals who never let each other down. A pal can say terrible things which are forgotten the next day. A pal never forgives, he just forgets and a woman forgives but never forgets. That's how it is. That's why women aren't allowed to have parties. Being forgiven is very unpleasant. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

In the end I began to feel weak at the knees and then I knew that soon it would be too late, in a few seconds it would be too late, so I let it fall into the gutter and began rolling very quickly and without looking up. I kept my nose just above the top of the stone so that the room I had hidden us in would be as tiny as possible and I heard very clearly how all the cars stopped and were angry but I drew a line between them and me and just went on rolling and rolling. You can close your mind to things if something is important enough. It works very well. You make yourself very small, shut your eyes tight and say a big word over and over again until you're safe. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

Copic markes and Arteza fineliners

Grandfather was a clergyman and used to preach to the King. Once, before his children and his children's children and his children's children's children covered the face of the earth, Grandfather came to a long field which was surrounded by forests and hills so that it looked like Paradise. At one end it opened out into a bay for his descendants to bathe in. Then Grandfather thought, here will I dwell and multiply, for verily this is the Land of Canaan. Then Grandfather and Grandmother built a big two-storey house with a sloping roof and lots of rooms and steps and terraces and a huge veranda and placed plain wooden furniture everywhere inside and outside the house and when it was ready Grandfather began to plant things until the field became a Garden of Eden where he walked around in his big black beard. All he had to do was to point at a plant and it was blessed and grew until it groaned under its own weight. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

When (of all things) a panel from the 2003 Beano annual you got for your Christmas 22+ years back inspires you…

Must be time to get things started with a new sketchbook! Introducing “Hears A New World Again” :-)

Wintery things!