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Finally framed it! A4 Continuous Vintage Bouquet 💐

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Deer Skull 🦌 19/03/18 💀

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Latest sold Birds of Paradise. Must thank Zabbage for the beautiful quality of this print. I am so incredibly pleased with how this turned out. (A3 on William Turner) 🎨 ——— ——— (at England)

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I’m getting a mono-print vibe 🍃 —— —— —— #lino #print #markmaking #reliefprint #black #sketchbook #sundayart #eveningart #illustrator #illustration #art #artist #fineart #printmaker #abstract #abstractart #texture #experimenting #playing #design #designer #vintage #vintageart #modern #leaf #twig #green #brown #white (at England)

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And some more print playing. Bare trees.

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Sunday Abstract Painting. (Abstract Flowers). I adore mark making. (at England)

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Been doing some cute little town house illustrations. There so adorable 🙈 (at England)

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I’m so bored waiting for all my ink to dry so this morning I started a Bullet Journal 😊 #allaboutthathype

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Once Upon... Uh Nevermind

Once Upon… Uh #3

You know how it goes, one dead Drake, three tired and sore “Heroes” and me, Ix picking up the Dragon Ash and patching the crew up. Anyway the rest of our little job went bore fully well. The three old timers complained all the way back to town, I mean yeah they got into a scrape with a Drake but its not like it was a Dragon or anything awe inspiring like that.

“This lifes going to be the death of me” Pedro had been dragging himself down this road for the past two days and it wasnt going to stop anytime soon.

“Old age will probably beat it to the punch I wager”

Pedro squinted his eyes at me and raised his head “And i wager i could kick you into the horizon Ix, all four foot of you”

He’s not wrong, it would be pretty easy for anyone to throw me a half decent distance, what with my miniscual frame but Pedro cant walk for five minutes without complaining about those old bones of his, the only thing hes likely to kick is the bucket.

“Okay old boy, lets not get you all worked up” I had a devilish grin on my face, I knew exactly what I was doing and so did he.

“Pixcev shit!” he said as he held his body straight in defiance of my jabs.

“Well youre old so..” I stuck out my tongue and closed my eyes tight, before carrying on sure in my victory at this exchange.

Now the next few minutes are pretty hazey but what I can tell you is how I woke up in a bush roughly 10 metres from the road with an aching rear from what i assume was his attempt to “Kick me into the horizon”.

“What the fuck?” I held my rear and climbed to my feet to see everyone sat around in camp.

“I told you id do it” Pedro exclaimed proudly as he hunched over a fire.

“I wouldnt exactly call it to the horizon though” I laughed but every movement made my arse feel like it would fall from my body, worth it though.

I looked around to see what everyone was doing. Misha was curled up inside the bush like a dog kicking around in his sleep, Dee back against a tree was glaring at the far town as if she was hoping to scare it into coming closer, and in the middle was Pedro prodding at the fire with a stick. The fire crackled in the background and coloured everything with an amber glow.

I perched myself up against Pedro by the fire at let out a long sigh “I’m hungry”

“Greetings Hungry, Im Pedro” he whispered, a smile crept onto the corner of his mouth “Hear take this” he handed me what looked like the remains of some poor critter, dried, salted and tasted like a rats arse.

“perfect”.

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Been playing with around with ink swatches this week. Done a million and I am IN LOVE with these one’s ❤️ Let me know what ya’ll think, feedback is much appreciated!

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I’ve had really bad anxiety recently and hand in hand with that it’s been messing with my creative flow. So this morning I sat down with the intentions of not putting any pressure on myself and intuitively ran with whatever I felt like drawing/creating. This is the result along with some quotes about staying present.

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Once Upon... Uh Nevermind

Once Upon… Uh #2

A few weeks and a fair few lost bets later we reached the Drakes lair and I wont lie, it was the most anti-climatic scene I had witnessed up until that point. I’m assuming you’ve all heard the same stories as me, mighty drakes lying on top mountains of gold and bones after burning down helpless villages and slaying noble knights, not this one, just a sleeping drake and some half eaten goats.

Nevertheless gold and riches were not our prize but the Dragon Ash. Dragon Ash, in all its ominious glory, found laced on the interior of caves where Drakes sleep. I’ll be honest with you now though, I’m not really sure what it is or how it works, youd be better off asking Misha if you want an answer other than “Magic!”

We stalked through the dense jungle for miles till we came across a clearing where the cave stood out like a fire at night. Scorched earth and rock, sulpher in the air accompanied with the low bass of the sleeping Drake. I perched myself at the edge of the treeline, halfway up one of the Floreswood Trees, high enough I’d avoid any wayward flames but a good enough seat to see the action. The rest of the party spread themselves behind rocks scattered throughout the clearing, slowly advancing on the caves open mouth.

“You’re up Misha” Pedro dared to barely whisper from behind his rock, before gesturing towards the cave with his free hand.

“Oh Lord Bright don’t fail me now” Misha pleaded as he crept along the cave walls, he reached the caves rear and began to prepare his rifle for firing “Silver for Ghuls, Lead for Humans, Copper for Drakes?” he began slapping his head with his palm as he tried to remember which he should be loading his rifle with. “GOLD!” he screamed across the cave holding a shimmering round triumphantly above his head.

Ironic as it may be, it was our pleads for silence that woke the Drake and our bickering was short lived with the distinctive sound of the Drake’s roar ricocheting throughout the cave.

Boom! Misha hits home. Cracking the Drake at the base of its skull. It thrashed wildly inside the cave. Flames spewed up the walls and licked at their faces. The troops went to work, as if back in their primes once again, seemingly dancing between flame and thrashing limbs. They assaulted the beast, then from inside the cave a spout of wild flame, followed swiftly by a flying Dee, quite spectacularly might I add and not graceful at all. It reminded me of a baby bird first trying to fly the nest… But like a mad beast she returned to the fray as if unharmed.

Her tenacity was praise worthy but the old timers were slowing down and Misha hadn’t even set up his next shot.

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Continuous Line - Vintage Flowers —— Added some colour this time.

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Continuous Line Drawing - Vintage Flower Bouquet

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Gonna write a book….

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Some quick inky skull sketches 💀

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Once Upon... Uh Nevermind

Once Upon… Uh #1

“When is this hill going to end?” I hung my body, dragging myself forwards.

“Do you ever stop complaining Ix?” Pedro puffed out “It ends when you start moving those splinters you call legs, and I mean faster than a lame slug.” He snapped his head forwards and marched onward.

That was Pedro our “self-elected leader”. He liked to talk; I say like but when I think back it is all he ever seemed to do, love would be more appropriate, well that and reminding everyone that “Back in the Pacification Wars.. you don’t know hardship…kids today don’t know how lucky they are… blah blah blah…” with his chest all puffed out and with that stupid pout on his face.

“Leave her be, we’ve been following this Drake for 2 weeks now and for what?” Dee’s jaw was taught as if at any moment it would force itself through the top of her head “for a stretch of never ending hills and a few lumps of Drake shit to keep you from admitting you’re wrong, that’s what!"

She was pissed. She never really spoke out of turn otherwise but by the Lord Bright once she got like that it wasn’t ending till someone was crying or a tavern had been burnt down. It always took me by surprise but I couldn’t tell you why because it happened more often than not.

"Psst Ix…” That hoarse voice always creeps up on me.

“Hm” Raising my brow and glancing over to Misha.

“…Fifty pieces Pedro cries first again” - This is Misha, our resident Ork, legendary marksman, infallible tracker who after 2 weeks still hasn’t found this illusive Drake of ours.

“50 pieces you’re wrong!” I replied, I’m a hopeless gambler and I never could resist a bet.

This was my life for many years; traversing through the lands on stupid quests, with this stupid company, having the same stupid conversations every stupid day, and I wouldn’t have changed it for the whole Sun Coast.

For any of you outlanders like old Misha I’ll try and keep you up to speed about the specifics of the lovely lands of Arvore Flores. I assume you’ve been living under a rock if you haven’t even heard the slightest whispers about some of the shenanigans going on around here.

Anyway back to the story -oh! “our” story I suppose, where were we again, thats it! Pedro was about to cry. Again.

“Listen Dee” he said rolling his shoulders, keeping his back to her “I suggest you learn to shut that mouth or I’ll be teaching you how to do it!”.

“I’d Like to see him try” she nudged me, rolling her eyes.

With that Pedro span about and sprang at Dee, driving his elbow up towards her jaw. He caught her, a swift crack filled the silence, knocking her on her back foot. Pedro’s little victory was short lived though as Dee swiftly drove her foot up into his “temple gardens”, winning Misha another 50 pieces and a lighter purse for yours truly.

It baffles me why I always bet the underdog, and that was far from the last time I lost that bet.

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