village

I felt like drawing birdhouses and this came out in my large Moleskine.

Architecture of the Day

Mechanical pencil, jotter paper

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There are many old lovely fishing villages in Hailuoto. Korkea Sunikari is one of them

Hey Boos! This was a little doodle my bestie @CutePanda asked me to draw! This is my oc Peekaboo, in a beanbag chair (that are her two fave colors, pastel blue and pink) and she's playing animal crossing because yes! (PS her favorite villager is a deer named erik) Edit: Man I just realized how much this drawing sucks.

Abandoned Village

Architecture of the Day

From our little part of the world to yours, warmest winter wishes! This piece was created 'Just For Fun' with Colored Pencils. It was so relaxing and enjoyable to doodle one house each evening!

I've seen so many wonderful skies since returning to Wales. This one is dawn over the sleepy village of Llandybie.

My first 6 villagers in my Animal Crossing : New Horizons game! ---- tooiebird.carrd.co

Daily Upload 200 !!!! Oh, yeah, here we are, might as well celebrate ... The Festival of Holli the Holy was a one week holiday that many Nord villages kept in old Nornwan . You can see more in the video "The Bard and the Plague" by the Untitled Heroes on youtube ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIBBljx8_0U&t=311s

Out side of the the city, there are mushroom villages, giant bug creatures, and minor radiation poisoning, so just stay in the glowing megalopolis.

Pen and Ink line drawing of an area in the village of Settle in Yorkshire UK. This was a commission for a greetings card for Settle Stories.

turn of the century mexican / spanish village

An old sketch that I decided to do on digital.

Nornwan. Once there were Nature dwelling elves. They only ever lived, frolicked and played in the deep woods. Their bodies were quite accustomed to the trees. They could speak with the elements of nature, they could make the trees move and cause great mushrooms to grow from the earth. Theirs was the power to ask the spirits that watched over the wood fro guidance and peace. The Knights Factions implored these wild folk for aid on one fateful day. Few elves agreed to give trees and other supplies to the army, those that did not were attacked and destroyed and given no help by the army of Knights.

Drawn on holiday in Germany, a recreated historical village, the houses stand in the water on wooden poles

As far as things that I can’t seem to shake off are concerned, it’s this fact that a place like Edinburgh where I live is akin to a village where everyone (artist folk in particular) seems to know everyone, and the patterns or quirks that emerge from this said thought process. In most collectives I’m a part of and/or are associated with, there’s what seems like an endless sense of crossover and overlap with fellow artists etc for lack of better words, which is lovely as it is insane... you know? All in all though, even if it drives me mad it does so in a strangely positive way and I’ve learned to live with that. So yeah, make of that what you will. :-)

I had $560,000 in Bitcoin saved up to fund my life's passion, an off-grid solar project designed to bring light to rural villages. Years of scrimping, saving, and explaining to skeptical relatives that no, Bitcoin wasn't just for internet gamblers, came down to this. But a slip of the finger almost sent my plans into eternal darkness. Making a final transfer to consolidate my project funds, I had copied the wrong wallet address. It was so quick. One paste, one click, and my stomach dropped faster than a solar panel off a roof. My entire investment vanished into the digital ether. I stared at the screen, waiting for it to grow arms and slap me in the face. When it didn't, I knew I was in trouble. Desperation led me to an energy summit, more for a diversion than anything. But fate has a sense of humor. During networking in a break, I heard a speaker casually mention Salvage Asset Recovery, as one might refer to a weather app, not the digital cavalry. I pounced like a man who'd seen a power outlet in the desert. From that first call, their crew oozed competence and tranquility. They treated my busted transfer like an engineering challenge, not a personal disaster (even though I was seconds away from rechristening the project "Bit coinless in the Dark"). Using advanced blockchain tracing techniques, they mapped the Byzantine trail of transactions. I imagined them in hard hats, working the blockchain like electricians restoring downed power lines. Each update brought hope. Eleven days in, they located the funds. Two days after that, I had it back, every Satoshi. I nearly hugged my solar panel prototype. The Salvage Asset not only recovered my money; they future-proofed me. They walked me through address verification processes, multi-sig security, and how not to let jitters turn your dream into a nightmare. It did not come across as a lecture but more like taking advice from an older brother who went through every tech blunder imaginable. Today, my project is charging forward (pun intended). The first village will soon bask in sustainable power. When they flip that switch, I’ll know it was made possible by hard work, a bit of luck, and the brilliance of Salvage Asset Recovery. Reach out to Salvage Asset Recovery via below, Telegram---@Salvageasset Email--- Salvageassetrecovery@alumni.com

In this captivating cross-hatched pencil shading, a tranquil village scene comes to life. The intricate strokes create a harmonious blend of light and shadow, showcasing the serene beauty of rural life. Thatched roofs, winding pathways, and towering trees are meticulously detailed, inviting viewers to step into the peaceful simplicity of village existence. The gentle interplay of shades and textures evokes a sense of nostalgia and calm, capturing the essence of a timeless village story.

Joan Miró (1893-1983) Miró always maintained a rigidly inflexible daily routine—both because he disliked being distracted from his work, and because he feared slipping back into the severe depression that had afflicted him as a young man, before he discovered painting. To help prevent a relapse, his routine always included vigorous exercise—boxing in Paris; jumping rope and Swedish gymnastics at a Barcelona gym; and running on the beach and swimming at Mont-roig, a seaside village where his family owned a farmhouse. Miró hated for this routine to be interrupted by social or cultural events. As he told an American journalist, “Merde! I absolutely detest all openings and parties! They’re commercial, political, and everybody talks too much. They get on my tits!” From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey

Jane Austen (1775–1817) Austen never lived alone and had little expectation of solitude in her daily life. Her final home, a cottage in the village of Chawton, England, was no exception: she lived there with her mother, her sister, a close friend, and three servants, and there was a steady stream of visitors, often unannounced. ... Austen wrote in the family sitting room, “subject to all kinds of casual interruptions,” her nephew recalled. She was careful that her occupation should not be suspected by servants, or visitors, or any persons beyond her own family party. She wrote upon small sheets of paper which could easily be put away, or covered with a piece of blotting paper. There was, between the front door and the offices, a swing door which creaked when it was opened; but she objected to having this little inconvenience remedied, because it gave her notice when anyone was coming. “Composition seems to me impossible with a head full of joints of mutton & doses of rhubarb.” From Daily rituals by Mason Currey #dailyrituals #inktober #janeAusten @masoncurrey

I've drawn this doodle during Smida Jazz Festival 2023 that took place in Smida village, Romania. The idea was to write the festival's name and fill the rest of the page with different designs of letter S. The smudge on the right has been made by a friend of mine while telling a joke. I did not try to prevent it from happening so I very soon felt a shock down my spine because of it.. I still like the overall piece and that's why I uploaded it in the end. :)

"Nobody knows why he is here,someday he just appeared.Some say that he roams this realm and is in constant search for specific girl.He is supposed to be her guardian I guess.I hope he finds her,because his presence here terrifies me"-Villager of Groza