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Sloped Mountains (Dolomites, Italy) studyAnother painting study; this time of mountains in Dolomites

Sloped Mountains (Dolomites, Italy) study

Another painting study; this time of mountains in Dolomites, Italy. 


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Singing with the windows open, drawing some big cats.Charcoal snow leopard in my Moleskine.

Singing with the windows open, drawing some big cats.
Charcoal snow leopard in my Moleskine.


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a fairly quick nature study that I finished yesterday. I’m not sure if I should add figures into it,

a fairly quick nature study that I finished yesterday. I’m not sure if I should add figures into it, but I might make two versions. Also you can find the timelapse of this on my twitter!


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Aptos, California My friend was kind enough to let me paint his beautiful photo, go check it out on

Aptos, California 

My friend was kind enough to let me paint his beautiful photo, go check it out on his instagram:)

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Wild Meadow Treasures, a study based on a beautiful photo of the same name by @dennybitte I love tha

Wild Meadow Treasures, a study based on a beautiful photo of the same name by @dennybitte I love that when you look at these from a distance they look like actual photographs! As always, you can find the timelapse on my instagram. If you haven’t already, check out the rest of Denny’s photography on his tumblr as well as his print shop, he’s an incredible photographer!

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Monstrous May Challenge- Day 4: Iconic Settings

I love a good forest. Forests are often though of as liminal spaces—somewhere to be travelled through, not dwelled in. A place between places. I always loved C.S. Lewis’s concept of the Wood Between Worlds. In the Magician’s Nephew, the chronological first of the Narnia books, this is a place that Diggory and Polly visit; it’s full of calm pools that are really portals to their world and many others.

I think this forest might be a similar place, somewhere Teddy passes through with Seir. Somewhere not-quite-right, far quieter than a winter wood ought to be. No birdsong, no life. Just the trees and the snow, and a boy and his demon.

This is a study I did in acrylic a few weeks ago for class

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