Une petite série en argile blanche ^^
A small series cith white clay :)
Mais quel est donc ce personnage ? Une fleur ? Une fée ? :3
But what is this character? A flower ? A fairy ? 🤔
some quick sketches
today’s art adventures: copics on cavas paper
here is a 3d model i made for fun his name is Ferbath
Side view head practice with my ocs
I like to practicing with different features 👉👈
A vector illustration of a unicorn. Was supposed to be a bday present but cudnt finish on time 😐 . . . #magic #unicorn #birthday #gift #present #horse #pony #happy #smile #vector #illustration #love #beauty #rose #white #red #blonde #eyes #realism #semirealism #art #sketch #illustrator #adobe #artistOnInsta #whimsical #whimsyillos #indianartist #goanArtist #face
The final image above. Process is below. Its done in Krita. Trying out portraits after a while, glad about the way it turned out :)
Jonathan Bailey putting his Dr. Henry Loomis's glasses on for Jurassic World Rebirth Promotion [x]
Predate Of Old War
Varlorda ever become insane enough to ever hurt everyone and murdered to kulei's father cut his head off by varlorda laughed. She finally found out about his own grandpa destroyed monsters and beast are actually scared of him in small a village is very poorly. she knew he always hated monsters all the times. He’s throne, especially during a ceremony to mark the beginning of their rule.
But do we stop, halt and realize that we are indeed still breathing?
Because no matter the emotions
or
notions of what we intend to do or become,
the mere fact that we are breathing is a salient one.
how long have you taken without looking into it,the mirror
Mirrors lie, outlining shapes that mean nothing.
Mirrors horrify, penetrating into brains and forming unrealistic images.
Mirrors, they influence us into beings that burden us to be and after the energies put into the transformation
a deeper hole is drilled in us instead realizing that it needs not a mirror to clearly see our portraits leaving us as nothings and as people of no belonging.
@lifepath25
It is another kind of heartbreak to realize that I still haven’t found the soul I am searching for in the person, I hoped so much would reflect my perception of perfection after spending so much time searching in empty faces and beliving that this one has a heart that would mirror my own Just to see they are just another empty face in the crowd of lost lovers I got lost in as well Only this time I painted their face so it is easier to pretend and hold onto something that isn’t even there It is so tiring to search without finding or find without keeping because even if they leave it wouldn’t be their missing that would hurt but knowing that nothing has changed I am still on my journey through empty faces until finding the other wanderer who searches for a face in so much emptiness as well