Now mirrored for your convenience in my gallery, here's a floating bit of organization, put that in your pipes and smoke it!--
The Black Sketchbook: This is my latest baby. It is filled with prismacolor experiments, ever since I went insane over the summer and decided I needed the appallingly expensive, majestically superior 178-marker set. It ran me hundreds of dollars but, well, what can I say? It was worth it, I blush to tell you all, here said as I squirm with glee.
This is also filled with lots of ram people. yes yes I'm obsessed, they live in my brain and are frequently part of their own special mafia, let's move past it, yeah?
MORE FROM HERE COMING SOON!
The 3-paintbrush Sketchbook: So named for the 3 embossed black paintbrushes on its cover, I drew in this for years, from the summer before I started college to part of sophomore year. Lots of Dnd art.
Anything good out of this has already been uploaded.
Watercolor I: Took this class this semester, did some snazzy portraits and other things -
stuff from here DEFINITELY coming soon! <3
Figure Drawing II: I discovered I am apparently godlike with chalk pastels in this class, produced some of the best stuff I've ever done.
More might be forthcoming from that portfolio.
craptastic fanart: self-explanatory? I just uploaded Rainstorms which i think is not total shit, very exciting, go take a look.
Dnd shit: Tara Marizar(OC), my darling tiefling warlock, and raging bitch extraordinaire, is all over dozens of sheets of scrap papers doodled during Dnd sessions and both sketchbooks. There's ALWAYS more of her coming <3 XD
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ENJOY.









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welcome to visit my friend's DA , she has many awsome work too^^[link]
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Of all the Mistakes I have made......The best are Yet to come.
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i wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew, but it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you.
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"If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
-Shakespeare's Sonnet 116
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There must be some place here that only you and I could go
So I can show you how I dream away everyday
Try so hard to disregard
The rhythm of the rain that drops
And coincides with the beating of my heart
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