#painting is ink

[justinhubbell]

[bebs-art-gallery]

Art by Matteo Moni

[heikala]

A Visit from Above✨

[fallasleepcat]

Drawing father with his kids

[secretie]

Ink floofers 👀 Prints

[zuccnini]

Bug week: Pondering Wurmple

You can find the original painting here:

Etsy Shop

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

In the woods somewhere

[spitblossoms]

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Antony Gormley

Respect, 2021

Inkcap on paper.

[hinamie]

oversaturate

[wordsandwatercolor]

Discover

Inktober Day 2

Jurassic Park

[bebs-art-gallery]

Dear Desolation by Eliran Kantor † Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous

[heikala]

Festivities 🏮🏮🏮

A reimagining of a piece with the same name I did in 2017. I spent a lot of time with this painting! This artwork was part of my solo exhibition ‘Ripple’ at Gallery Nucleus back in August of 2023💕✨

[buried-in-stardust]

A painting process.

This is by the same guy who draws horses in his funky style (my creator tag for him here)

[eng by me]

[lirotation]

Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.👀

For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense. 

The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.

Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him – the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.

Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.

But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way.  Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.

He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.

Never like this.

_________

The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.❤️

Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself – the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.😊

[zuccnini]

Lifelong Swamp Friends. 

Ko-fi