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"Milaya" is a Russian word which could mean darling or sweetheart.

I set my eyes on spring onions for the first time in my life after picking up this past Sunday's farm produce box. They were so beautiful! I also found the container of scraps for the compost inspiring as I invented a soup out of my new bounty.

A zoom reunion with the girls from my freshman engineering floor and the bison in Golden Gate Park. I've been wanting to sketch the bison for awhile. Unfortunately, it was super hot when I finally had a moment alone on my bike ride home, and I didn't have a hat. I'll visit them again better prepared for the elements.

The inside of a LOTR-inspired birthday card.

Quick ink doodle. Check out my collection page on Vida to find this graphic available on luxury apparel, accessories & housewares (copy/paste): http://bit.ly/2FBXiK2

When needing the Greek Goddess of Magic and the Triple Moon it comes in handy to have her calling card.

"Dance with emoti[c]on," L told her. And so she did.

Life embraces us. Why don't we embrace it back?

Death has a grasp of us as soon as we are born.....we die when he decided to tighten his grasp on us.

Now that’s a doodle

Thie sword lily flower is a mess. It’s hard to figure out what is what when drawing with a ref photo. I made this study as a stage of réparation for a final watercolor piece (more like ink and watercolor). I used cheap watercolor pencils

Sketched out the Harpy painting on a full sheet of watercolor paper.

As days of quarantine goes by days and nights all merge together like a collage.

Just a colorful cartoon in quarantine....seems like a show, so surreal.

Sunset clouds

This a drawing that I did from a 30 day drawing challenge!!

Dusk at Ocean Beach

Playing with watercolour in Procreate while listening to some lofi tunes.

Original handpainted art card, featuring ink on 2.5 x 3.5 watercolor paper.

i use watercolour pencils for this drawing, they are very beautiful, but very tricky animals to understand

World gone to hell Sons duaghters leaving their families homes, dying of a new and namles plague. Where are the gods? And what has become of my hero? I am king, but no more subjects are under my command. A kingdom falls. A new age dawns, the illest omens herald its bitter arrival . God preserve us. We have forasken god, they do not forasake us. This is why we must be stricken with sickness. . . .. … … Weep for me. Weep for all our brothers and sisters. And now every uncreative poet and halfwit bard seeks to make drama of our troubles. We are their muse, their grand epic to tell the children. Fear the virus, dont look away, disturb the dead, praise us for our lies to you. They lead the masses to slay each out of fear. Cry. Yes, cry Cry for your fallen. They will not be returning for you soon. But you are still alive, and for that you shall become stronger. Onward We cannot always bury the dead. Today , time is against us. We move foward, we carry the sorrow, but the ultimate goal is to defeat sorrow. Whatever form this darkess takes, we face it. Unafraid. And unrelenting. Forge on into the night. Not gently and quiet shall be our passing. For, if i am to end, and you likewise, we plant our flag atop the highest hill. We scream our battle cry and let none forget our actions . The very mountains will shake, and echo our last breath. This is my promise. If i shall die, i die as i am now A man. I have decided. So, i die ….. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKXBKF6a2BWVDy_SgMvk8GQ?view_as=subscriber

I live on Toronto's waterfront, and everyday there seems to be something new to sketch. I'm trying to keep busy with this whole COVID-19 epidemic. I really can't help but to keep sketching, keeps me sane from all the fear going around.

i use watercolour pencils for this drawings, turn out really good