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
The Grandpa Knee from Rooster's Wife by Russell Edson
An old man who was old enough to be his own grandfather said to himself, Grandpa, may I sit on your knee?
And replied, Sit on your own knee, you're old enough to be your own grandpa.
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Dream of the Yellow Chrysanthemum from Dialogues in Paradise by Can Xue.
I was hiding behind the window aiming my air gun at a squirrel on a roof in the distance. I had been taking aim for two hours. But when I finally shot, full of confidence, the steel pellet zinged right into Old Jiang's arm. God knows why I lost my mind at the crucial moment, I was born with the impulsive personality. Immediately he jumped up and dashed into the room, shouting, "Murder! Murder!" I was totally embarrassed.
Wake up your creativity!
Take a piece of paper, something to write on, and draw a few lines/circles/squiggles. Then more and more, and so on...
Let your imagination run wild.
You can create something beautiful out of nothing.
UFO: A LOVE STORY from Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day by Ben Loory.
"One night the two are parked down by the lake, when something comes floating in over the water. The something is round, pulsing, and bright. It hovers right over their car."
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Inspired by a photo I took of a walled off area of a lake. It was grass on one side and water on the other. I love using textures from old book paper and the juxtaposition of realism and flat color.
My very first post! Hope you like it. A potrait of Rabindranath Tagore using watercolors. He is a famous Indian. His eyes are(were) full of melancholy . That's what urged me to draw this potrait.
