While Venice has surrendered itself to unadulterated tourism, Lido remains a tiny bastion of slow life. Lounging on the piers, biking on empty roads, sitting for hours in cafes...
In my grand quest for a easy to draw and color new style but I have no time to sketch for this, I present you: Inktober 2018's tanuki! fav.me/dcp5uhz
Behold.
I'm still a fan of his tiny stick like paw under the belly XD
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Dans ma grande recherche de style facile et rapide à dessiner que j’ai pas le temps de faire un nouveau croquis pour ça, je vous apporte: Le tanuki d’inktober 2018.
Tadam.
Je suis toujours aussi fanne de ses papattes toutes maigres par rapport au reste XD
Here is one of 3 illustrations I made for customizable postcards, available for purchase at @cava.galeria.
I wanted to make a silly #goose with a fun #hat
I was feeling very anxious one day so I decided to look up what to do on Google. Google recommended I draw a bunch of circles. So I started drawing tiny circles, (if you zoom in you will see all of the circles!) and it turned out looking like an eye. So I added a tear :) The circles didn't help my anxiety much but hey it is an alright piece of art don't you think?
26. Tiny, psychedelic slime.
Prompts are from Janelle Shane generated using the OpenAI net GPT-3.
https://www.instagram.com/p/CVgH7mVLwwj/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
dear little universe ///
even just a tiny bit / and you / open up. /
peer out into the nightless
sky /
feel the stars, that /
“you, dear little universe” /
are always coursing /
through
your
veins.
— Neon Spencer
Mighty satellites crashed to Earth. Oceans swallowed up the lands. The World became new . Planet Earth became Illoniri . The people who were not crushed, tried their best to survive, and they did . But what was that like? Living in a world where everything has been taken from you ? Everything but your own life ? No communication, except with the people right next to you. Your own friends and family mutating and changing before your very eyes. Imagine ... gaining magical powers, riding strange and fantastic beasts, forging your own destiny from the ruins of the old world. Exploring the world you thought you knew. A beautiful and pure and young world, born of the ashes of the old one . What will we do to protect this new Earth? What lengths will we go to ? How can we keep our Mother Illoniri safe from evil ? I will fight . We all must fight. We cannot chance our world to be destroyed a second time. But maybe... maybe we don't have to fight? Maybe the reason Earth died and became Illoniri is because all we ever do is fight ? Is the answer so simple? Have humility and understanding, and we may all live? Keeping peace is easier said than done . Maybe we all just need to be kind and our Illoniri will be saved? Only time will tell... Until there is peace, we venture onward. Ever onward, my Untitled Heroes. Ever.
“Claire!” Elle woke up with her daughter’s name on her lips. Startled, she sat up and looked around the living room with her heart still beating loudly in her chest. A dream, she realized dazedly.
Slowly, she crossed the way to the back door. With unseeing eyes she gazed out into the garden.
She remembered waking up in the hospital six years ago and seeing her husband sitting next to her. She remembered how he took her hand into his and looked at her with eyes full of despair. He told her that the doctor thought Claire might not survive. That she might die before she was even born, die before she had a chance to look into her mum’s eyes, feel a kiss on her forehead, clench her little fist around her dad’s finger, hear them speaking to her without a belly barrier between them… It was a silent, terrible death. It was the death of someone so precious, so innocent, so tiny…
Elle took a shuddering breath.
a little bit o art i did for my ACE! band Tiny Rockets...if you wanna listen to em take a search on Spotify...or itunes or somewhere like that...tis a wild rockety ride! ;-)
Dialogues in Paradise (one)by Can Xue.
The tree was full of tiny bells. When the bells sparkled, they jingled in splendor. I moved my left toe and heard the wind outside the door blowing away somebody's garbage can. It is always the god-damned south wind.
Finally finished! This project took many long hours (about 8-9) and reduced my brand new 6B pencil to nothing but a tiny stub... “Black Gold” is done in graphite on 80 lb drawing paper. If you are interested in prints please contact me via my website.
