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This frog monster does its best thinking when it's strolling along on its colorful bicycle.

I often have weird dreams that inspire my artwork, and that one I had last night where I took over a jungle (or was it a forest? I don’t know) sure got me inspired.

It seems like most people I know these days are starting families, so I figured I'd respond in the way I know best...

I've been practicing drawing portraits for a few days now. This is from a session I did over lunch where I was just messing around trying a few different things.

Inktober “Husky.” I’ve lost track of the days at this point, so I'll just Inktober through November.

The start of some waves and clouds. A little too symmetrical for me, I need to work through it a little more.

Portrait practice last night as I was sitting on the porch.

Channelling my inner Trekkie, as it says on the tin here...

Hop stamp digital and watercolor

Graphite and iron oxide on watercolor paper

Watercolor cat sewn on to paper

Charcoal and iron oxide recovered from acid mine runoff on watercolor paper

Graphite and iron oxide recovered from acid mine runoff on watercolor paper

Charcoal, powdered charcoal, powdered graphite and iron oxide recovered from acid mine drainage on watercolor paper

I was practicing anatomy and trying out different body types when I thought this doodle of an OC of mine with a chubbier body type came out better so I decided to render it and came up with this. I'm not a gooner y'all I swear

I was going through some of my old work from a few years ago and I wanted to see the difference. I uploaded the original sketch. I like my art and my style. I see the growth. I. Am. Happy!

I wanted to see the difference in my work. I defiantly see it.

A child stands on the boardwalk holding a helium balloon, depicting Donald Trump’s turkey neck tied to a string. The child stares up, contemplating the ugly balloon.

The shy bird always can't help but feel awkward with the clinginess of his same old partner, despite growing more bold.

Same old clingy and affectionate wyvern OC, but with some remasters underway.

I've been absent from the site for months, due to working on a book. But now that I have a bit of spare time, I've been dabbling in watercolours, something I haven't done in years. A bit rough to start but I'm enjoying it.

Day two of my art training! It took way too long, haha. So, anyways, this is my DnD character, Pox's, dad. I have no idea what to name him because lately, I have been very uncreative. Anyways! This guy is the god of illness and poison, and is just generally really cool. I like him, even if I don't like this drawing all too much.

A vibrant, hand-drawn sunflower illustration featuring bold marker strokes and a rhythmic, blue-sky background. This piece captures the energy of a summer day through an impressionistic lens, blending warm yellows and oranges with cool, textured blues.

In fact, she [Mummy] said after a while, we have gone into hibernation. Nobody can get in any longer and no one can get out! I looked carefully at her and understood that we were saved. At last we were absolutely safe and protected. This menacing snow had hidden us inside in the warm for ever and we didn't have to worry a bit about what went on there outside. I was filled with enormous relief, and I shouted, I love you I LOVE YOU, and took all the cushions and threw them at her and laughed and shouted and Mummy threw them all back and in the end we were lying on the floor just laughing. Then we began our underground life. We walked around in our nighties and did nothing. Mummy didn't draw. We were bears with pine needles in our stomachs and anyone who dared come near our winter lair was torn to pieces. We were lavish with the wood, and threw log after log on to the fire until it roared. Sometimes we growled. We let the dangerous world outside look after itself, it had died, it had fallen out into space. Only Mummy and I were left. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson