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Fire festival photos takes up a lot of time for me, but luckily I’m back!

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

Experimental piece on cardboard using acrylic, markers and pastel. It was a fun picture to create.

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

Meet the ocean's most rugged protector. This original illustration features a battle-hardened whale equipped and ready to patrol the deep.

I felt like making one of my alien girls. The human race is overrated anyways.

Waniguchi

Waniguchi

THE SMALLER YOU ARE THE BIGGER CHRISTMAS IS. Underneath the Christmas tree Christmas is vast, it is a green jungle with red apples and sad, peaceful angels twirling around on cotton thread keeping watch over the entrance to the primaeval forest. In the glass balls the primaeval forest is never-ending; Christmas is a time when you feel absolutely safe, thanks to the Christmas tree. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

I'm great at doing the prep work for a big project. But Wrecks is always there to remind me how anxiety inducing a project of that scale is. So, he throws me into another one I'm not prepared for.

Lotus in Dark Water

A vibrant, hand-drawn marker illustration featuring a rustic wooden cabin perched on the edge of a tranquil lake. The foreground is filled with glowing green lily pads, leading the eye toward rolling green mountains under a bright, cloudy sky. This piece captures the essence of a peaceful summer escape and the beauty of lakeside living.

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 don't want to be here. I want to go back." *Her hands pressed against the glass tank. Her eyes searched his eyes, a silent plead. But the prince just smiled, not a charming pleasant one. It was one with dark intent. "You will never leave. This is your home. So enjoy the attention as you get it."

The more I draw her, the more her lore unravels. I learn about her world, her character and the plot that I slowly craft inside my mind.

Then everything started shrinking. Every piece of furniture became elongated and narrow and disappeared towards the ceiling. There was something crawling under the rag rugs in the hall. It was also narrow and thin and wriggled in the middle, sometimes very quickly and sometimes very slowly. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson