Made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. glimpses of Sicily under vitamins
tbh I was inspired by a silver surfer comic. Space backgrounds have always been cool to me and I just wanted to practice on creating one.
Another page of my travelbook, made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. Here a woman enjoying a coffee on an italian terrasse
I don’t do much on a plane except doodle. And this was no exception. I love to travel, even the long days that go with it.
Have you ever imagined traveling out in the world? Seeing all the beautiful sights, trying out all the food, and meeting so many wonderful people?
Back on my travelbook, made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. Here the portrait of an octopus swimming peacefully on the greek coast
Back on my travelbook, made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. Here the portrait of an old man in Istanbul street
Back on my travelbook, made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. Greek Mozaic tiles and enjoying the sea
I take a lot of Genesis as an allegory for birth and maturation, both individually and collectively. The Garden of Eden could easily be interpreted as the womb, and we are all cast out of it at some point. Genesis 2:24 says "This is why a man leaves his father and mother and bonds with his wife, and they become one flesh." Though people use this passage to refer to the tradition of marriage, I think that it speaks to something much, much deeper than that. Literally, when two people copulate, they create a child that is of one flesh. They do not "become one flesh" because they engage in a ritual institution and are now "to be viewed as comprising a single identity," but they literally become one flesh because their genetic compositions are joined into a new being (Mark 10:8 and the two shall become one flesh.’ So they are no longer two but one flesh. 9 What therefore God has joined together, let no man separate.”). That being said, I read somewhere once that babies born in every part of the world make phonetic sounds from pretty much every language in the world. It is only after a period of time that they start to key in on certain sounds that the people around them are making, and it is only after that that children key in enough to start developing more advanced language skills (typically). However, in this original state, there is a freedom. There are no assumptions. There is an innocence in that state. There is a lack of judgement. There comes a point at which babies/young children begin to mimic and to incorporate what they are experiencing from the creatures around them into themselves. To small creatures with an undeveloped sense of self or reality, the caregivers around them may as well be gods, at least from their perspective. They will learn from these gods around them and will begin to embody their cultural beliefs, their language, their idiosyncrasies, and their perceptions, often on a deeply unconscious level. Adults contribute to that quite thoroughly and somewhat consciously. (Genesis 1:26 Then God said, “Let Us make mankind in Our image, according to Our likeness..") (Genesis 11:7 7 Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech.) In our own way as individuals, we are each a Tower of Babel, and at some point, for each of us, that Tower fell. Barriers to communication of so many kinds were created for and/or by us. Perhaps we still spend time constructing new barriers and thinking up new ways to distance ourselves from the rest of our kind. I chose to use the phrase "materialism" to express how children engender these attributes of caregivers and others alike. However, this can easily be exchanged for a phrase like "socialism," or "corporate capitalism," or nearly any other thing that you can probably think of. Children are like sponges. They soak up even more than we realize. Most widespread religions in the world have some form of renunciation belief or ritual wherein an individual must 'cast off' the old self and put on the new. This is because, regardless of where or when a child is born in the world, the perspectives of the people around them raising them will likely leave much to be desired. It is necessary for beings to continue to learn, and this often entails a serious consideration of what was instilled into them at an earlier time. It is quintessential that we question and evaluate these things since the state of the world will have changed by the time that we reach maturation. The ideas that people gave us may apply to a world that is already different. The story of the Tower of Babel may refer to a state that earlier humans lived in, perhaps on a shared continent, in which the manners in which they communicated were similar. Then, at some point, perhaps these same peoples went off on their travels and developed new languages. In a funny way, we seem to do that as individuals. At some point, we strike out on our own, even if only a little. Though we may differ on surface level behaviors and in the symbols that we use to describe the human experience, human beings are more or less fundamentally the same. We let our differences create so, so, so many barriers between ourselves and other beings. Just think of all of the harm that things like xenophobia, racism, intolerance, and a lack of an ability to communicate verbally with one another have done to our species. Even beyond that, just think of how easily we dismiss the inner lives and inner experiences of creatures different than ourselves simply because they do not communicate verbally with us in our preferred tongue. Research is overwhelmingly in support of other beings communicating with others of their kind, whether we as individuals acknowledge it or not.. Some of us are just really into denial about it. We could achieve remarkably wonderful things, if only we would learn to recognize the similarities of our experiences. (Matthew 19:6 So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.”)
Backstory of the Miss Professor: In the vast expanse of the Realspace timeline, a lone ship found itself stranded and derelict, adrift in the cold emptiness of space. It was a desolate sight, a haunting reminder of the perils that lurked beyond the safety of civilization. But fate had a different plan in store for this forsaken vessel. It was a group of intrepid human ships, their crew members seasoned salvagers, who stumbled upon this forgotten craft. Their eyes widened with a mix of curiosity and trepidation as they cautiously approached the dormant ship. What secrets lay hidden within its silent walls? What tales of adventure and tragedy were etched into its very core? As she slowly regained consciousness, her senses were overwhelmed by the sensation of being cradled in the warm embrace of human hands. Her mind, still clouded by the remnants of sleep, struggled to make sense of her surroundings. Gradually, her thoughts began to coalesce, and she found herself able to articulate the extraordinary tale that had brought her to this moment. In a voice tinged with both weariness and urgency, she revealed that her kind had embarked on a perilous mission to the far reaches of the Andromeda galaxy. Their escort fleet, a formidable force in its own right, had been suddenly and ruthlessly assaulted by an unknown armada. The chaos that ensued was unimaginable, as her comrades fought valiantly to defend their ships against the relentless onslaught. In a desperate bid for survival, her vessel had executed an emergency jump, its hull ravaged by the relentless barrage of enemy fire. Tragically, she was the sole survivor of this daring maneuver, her colleagues succumbing to the perils of interstellar travel. The ship's warp drive propelled her through the vast expanse of the Milky Way, hurtling towards an uncertain fate. Yet, as fate would have it, the ship's generator, pushed to its limits, eventually succumbed to the strain and erupted in a cataclysmic explosion. As the dust settled and she emerged from the wreckage, she found herself confronted with a new reality. It was then that she revealed her true identity as a scientist, her purpose in venturing into the unknown depths of space becoming clear. Upon hearing news of the human's repeated encounters with the enigmatic Alien Union, she felt an overwhelming sense of duty and compassion. Driven by a desire to aid the lost human colony in their struggle for survival and technological advancement, she willingly offered her expertise. Knowing that her own kin were also locked in a bitter conflict with the Alien Union who are enemies to even the archfoes between the United Fleet and the Katuri Empire, she recognized the opportunity to forge an alliance. Drawing upon her Takanii heritage and the vast reservoir of knowledge she possessed, she became the linchpin of the Shingenii Imperial Navy. It was her contributions that formed the very backbone of their military might, enabling them to stand firm against the relentless onslaught of their common enemy. And so, as she lay there, her body still weak from the trials she had endured, she resolved to dedicate herself to the cause. With unwavering determination, she would guide these lost humans colony towards a brighter future, one where they could not only survive but thrive in the face of adversity. Even when the human's home planet Earth was no more following the destruction brought by the vengeful acts of the Katuri Empire against the corrupted council of the United Fleet, the peoples of the Shingenii shall continue their gaze toward tomorrow.
Spotted this cute backpack couple around town. Inspired by all the creative ways the Dutch go to to travel with their best friends.
These are some gesture drawing sketches I did in ink with white pen highlights on brown paper. I was in Europe and sitting around a fountain watching people go about their lives. This was a really fun figure study and I think people make for great works of art.
made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. Flock of fish passing by in front of you
made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. Greek Street and pomegranate
made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. Here a girl by the sea, reading a book
made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. In the streets of Napoli we can find these little virgo statues in every corners and big men shirtless
Another flower demon heavily inspired by Slenderman.they are mute and faceless.they aren't that dangerous, they are actually known to be a gentle giant.they have an affinity for everything nature.they are also a dimension traveler.height is 7.0
Keep Your Eyes on the Lamp Bearer. Don’t walk around aimlessly. Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor. Keep your eyes and ears focused on Jesus. He is the lamp bearer, who illuminates the path you should travel. Don’t walk around aimlessly! Don’t leave your armor on your bedchamber’s floor. Specters are crouched in the shadows of the thicket that line your path. They plot to ambush you as soon as you wander aimlessly into the thicket. Keep your eyes and ears focused on Jesus. He is the lamp bearer, who illuminates the path you should travel. If you have walked into a fog and lost your focus, If you have walked aimlessly into the shadows the thicket If you find yourself in the clutches of the specters of the dark Don’t be anxious. Don’t lose hope. Humble yourself and call out to your commander. He will send in his angelic army to retrieve you To restore you back to the ranks of His army Don’t walk around aimlessly. Don’t leave your armor on your bedchamber’s floor! Keep your eyes and ears focused on Jesus. He is the lamp bearer, who illuminates the path you should travel. (December 3, 2016)
Actually I saw this scene when I was traveling in bus early morning. In the foggy outskirts of city. I spotted this farm. I loved the one small patch of farm with Greeny patch. Couldn't paint the fog, but tried to give the sky a feel of foggy.
Dragging through the snow On a one-girl open sled Over the hills we go… “Why aren’t we there yet?” PenguinGirl can never say NO to chocolate, and Fatty McPingoo (the fat penguin with the Harry Potter scarf) knows it all too well! I drew this in the afternoon on Christmas Eve, imagining PenguinGirl and her friends traveling in the snow to a Christmas party