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Continuing my insect series. This yellow jacket was drawn with Micron pens and water-based markers. I used graphite for the shadow and a Gelly Roll pen for highlights.

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Adding this chair I painted to every perfect spot to watch nature

Mother and her Little girl having fun

Aquarius themed frogs and friends!

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The look that sinister men give, whats wrong with me.

Painted my watercolor paint palette as colorful trees and ink leaves

Red landscape. I am just playing....

So my mom gave me some watercolor paper, and I decided to paint one of my sibling's characters they made for me. This character is NOT mine!!! Also sorry for the spotty quality I have a bad camera on my laptop.

This artwork is a tribute to the typewriter communities of the past, on the edge of loosing the legacy.

I didn't count how many but I painted some delightful crows I've seen around Los Angeles: "Birds Of Paradise"

Edit: yhis drawing uses the new watermark basdd on my new watermark called " M.B.H." meaning

I struggle with social anxiety and big crowds. But there are ways to calm the rough waters

I painted the foxtail agave plants that I see everywhere on my walks, and the clouds of air that they create

I always imagined living in sinnoh and just watching a sunset

Inspired by watching Andor!

A vibrant assortment of rainbow watermelon slices is arranged on a wooden serving board, featuring colorful triangular and round shapes. The contrasting colors against the neutral background create a lively and appetizing display.

I caught some waves of a lilac ocean in a vase and also painted it.

Krista's prompt: Watermelon

Patron Saint of Lost Keys and Small Things. Reminded me of this poem by Elizabeth Bishop. One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

At a street corner, I painted a magnificent Bougainvillea flame.

Sperm whale time!

Some robots, and some punk drawings. Reference of the robot: "Neon sentiel, the watcher" (Digital Archive), Reference of the punk: "Kings road, London, 1977" (Steve Johnson)

I painted the Los Angeles skyline as it radiated through the clouds and haze.