• A digital painting of a starry night sky with a Saturn-like planet on the horizon. The landscape is orange and pink sand dunes.
    Digital Painting

    Starry Skies (Otherworldly Winds WIP part 2)

    I’m not sure if I’d still call this an intuitive painting, now that it’s becoming more realistic. Can a painting be more realistic and still be intuitive? Are all paintings intuitive to one degree or another? All I know is I’m frustrated I had to cut myself short (again) and leave it unfinished! Grrr! But, still, progress! Shiny glowing stars! I’ll take victories where I can get them.

  • A college of an older drawing of a female knight on the left and a newer version of the same character the right with the words Drawing Redux. The artwork is in pencil.
    Digital Painting,  Drawing,  Life Musings,  Sketchbooks

    Drawing redux fun

    Decided to redraw a super old sketch from high school (so…2003 o_O). I was kinda lazy about my scan quality, I won’t deny it, but I kind of like the rough smudgy texture of how it turned out. Plus I’ve inked it digitally (WIP of digital painting further below), so I didn’t need the scan to be perfect. Cleaning up scans is just…ugh, it’s annoying.

  • Self-critique banner collage with digital painting Sorceress of Eventide
    Digital Painting

    Self-critique: The Sorceress of Eventide

    I feel a little bit silly doing another critique so soon after my last one; I’d like a little time between these critiques to show studies/general practice. This time, though, the main thing I felt like I was practicing was just learning to finish a WIP file without nitpicking every detail and dragging it on for weeks. This one had started before Inktober (!) and languished far to long in my work-in-progress folder untouched, so it was high time to finish it.

  • Digital Painting - Mask of the Muse
    Digital Painting

    Tell Me Oh Muse of an Artist of Many Devices

    A delighted muse laughs in the rain. A good spring rain, on the edge of the passing storm, where sunlight and shadow mix with falling raindrop prisms. She finds her course by stream and deer path, wandering the wildwood at twilight. She rests in the shadows of mossy rocks or under leaf litter. She presses her cheek to rich earth, listening to the secrets of growing roots.