#crayons a papier

[aesthetically-dying101]

ON DIT CRAYONS A PAPIER BANDE D'IDIOT PTN

(ou crayons gris)

[agroumathou]

A quick draw of my favorite ineffables husbands to start 2025. 🥳

Struggle with Azi's face and forgot to finish the snake, but hey, I had fun !

[nupaintings]

[toutplacid]

Centre des impôts, rue Paganini, Paris 20e – crayon noir aquarellable, page du livre 2006 (L’Association).

[camillehenri]

“The artist as a couch potato”.

Pencil, watercolour and acrylic marker in sketchbook.

[r0silva]

Mieloro V. Mista sobre papel reciclado. 2024

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Mieloro V. Mixedmedia on recycled paper. 2024

[chaotictomtom]

🦁mauvaise nouvelle. jviens de gaspiller du temps au lieu de dessiner à encore baver sur images pinterest davidharbour s3 spécifiquement. bonne nouvelle. j'en ai rien à foutre 🦁🦁🦁🦁

[denmark-street]

I had the loveliest gift by my sister: a box with a book, some tea, notebooks and highlighters.

Only downside is that i spent most of my workday on Amazon browsing Le Livre de Poche editions of classics for future working copies to buy.

I guess i'll also need paperback editions of Harry Potter and Strike.

[2t2r]

La lampe crayon

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/la-lampe-crayon/

La lampe crayon

[restonscalmes]

Un mois plus tard...

[perrinecarle]

travaux de recherche sur un personnage

[nupaintings]

[toutplacid]

Lièvres sur l’horizon, les Galannières, Corbon — trois crayons sur papier gris, carnet nº 137, 29 mai 2023

[camillehenri]

Some sketches I did recently.

1_watercolour pencils, coloured pencils and oil pastels

2_pencil, gouache and acrylic markers

3_watercolour pencils and coloured pencils

As you can see, the paper in this particular sketchbook does not take water very well.

[r0silva]

Amorno. 2021

Original disponível pra venda no singulart.com

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Amorno. 2021

Original recently added for sale at singulart.com

[luveline]

Hi Jade, Ive been waiting to send in a kbd request! What about if it’s one of the girls’ first day back to school and they go back to school shopping? Xxx

KBD —back to school shopping is fraught with distraction.

Steve reads the school list three or four times with a frown. “Hey, Ave?” 

“Yeah?” 

“What’s a glue spreader?” 

“You spread glue with it.” 

“What’s wrong with a stick of Elmer’s?” 

Avery tips her head back. She’s crouched on the floor looking at pencil cases slowly, and Steve’s question is interrupting her serious task. “Dad, you can’t make papier mache with a glue stick. It’s not wet.” 

“Oh, gotcha.” Still, Steve doesn’t know what a glue spreader is nor what it looks like, putting him at the beginning of the conversation. “Alright, come on, trooper. Pick a case.” 

He robbed her of some choices —he had to get Ticonderoga pencils and Bic pens, as per her schools specification— but didn’t deny her any extras. She has erasers shaped like cows, extra pencils with flowers around them, and a pink ruler. What she needs a ruler for, Steve doesn’t know. 

“I can’t pick.” 

“What are you thinking of?” 

Avery shows two options. The first is rainbow with a teddy bear texture, and the second is PVC plastic with daisies. He checks the prices. 

“Why don’t you get both? You can put your crayons in the daisy one.” 

“Really?” she asks with a smile. 

“Really.” He hopes he isn’t setting a precedent. “Come on, I gotta size you up, you know it takes ages the first time.” 

Avery drops the pencil cases over the side of the grocery kart and offers her hand. It’s a big kart to steer one handed, but needs must. They slide by the clothes section and there you are, Wren strapped to your chest in the carrier, Beth standing on a sizing stool as you compare cardigans. 

(Lovely Dove lays spoiled and preened in her Aunt Robin’s house. She will wail when they pick her up, but she’s having a great time.) 

“That’s cute,” Steve says. 

“Girl or the cardigan?” 

“Both!” Steve says, moseying over to check over the smallest baby. “She’s sleeping?” he asks, reaching out to stroke her short hair. 

“Mm-hm.”

“Dad,” Beth says, smiling, “should I have blue or green?” 

The cardigans you’re deciding between are a soft baby blue and a sage green. He likes both colours, but he thinks the blue looks best. “What about that blue one, sweetheart? It’s nice and bright.” 

“I got her some dresses. Can you look if they’re, like, fine? You know what tends to fall apart in the washer,” you say. 

Steve could kiss your cheek, but he’s trying to be less ‘smuthocating’ as Robin puts it. It’s really not his fault that you get prettier every day. That’s your doing. 

He looks through the dresses, can’t wait to see Beth in all of them, and he sort of knows that the last one you’ve chosen together won’t get worn because of the tighter neckline, but he doesn’t bring it up. What’s the point? It’s seven dollars, and Beth seemingly likes it, and he’s not interested in knocking your confidence. You’re making great choices —you’re a great mom, even if you don’t always feel that way. 

“You want me to have her for a bit?” he asks, gesturing to the baby. 

“It’s okay. She’s not heavy. We might as well stick together, anyways,” you say, pressing yourself into his side. “What are we thinking about this year, Avery? More pants to grow out of?” 

“Of course.” 

You laugh at her and Steve turns his head to look at you solely. He traces the line of your nose, your pinked lips, lip gloss still tacky. He can’t remember anymore what he fell in love with first about you, but your laugh has to be at the top of the list, the way it changes your entire face, the way it echoes in his head long after you’ve closed your mouth. 

“Steve?” you ask, confused.

He saves himself with a pretend eyelash on your cheek.