I really enjoy drawing on black paper. I do admit that when I’m focusing on coloring, it’ll mess with my eyes just a little bit but I’m really loving how it all comes out. Be on the lookout for more. Thanks for your support. 😊
I have a thing for drawing eyes…
My bratty toddler finally allowed me to finish this Luigi close up but only after I let her use some of my colored pencils for hey scribbles, which I wasn’t too crazy about.
And of course I’m going to share my first completed drawing on black paper.
I put some of Gizmo’s hats on both of them. 😹 They look just as cute. ❤️
Half-Pipe with mini Skateboard Hat for a Cat
Cat with colorful Pom Pom Hat
Cat with a Red and White Hat with Pom Pom
I think Token and Bon can both rock Gizmo’s hats! They deserve their own! 😸
I use not so favorable moments in my life to create art. Make the most out of a “bad” situation.
I know I was about 13 when I made this bat. I forgot what I named him after 15 years. 😅 He’s made of the same fabric as SheCreature but the purple is from an old shirt and the red is from that same Barbie dress MonkEvil was made from. One day I’m going to turn my handmade ragdolls into drawings. Enjoy. 😊
We’re miles away but this one’s for you!
Kid Buu! Completed on October 17, 2010.
Botan! Completed on October 24, 2010.
This was before I knew how to better use oil pastels but I’m still happy with how they came out, even though I was a little disappointed at first.
You’re a parent. It’s okay to not be okay sometimes. Raising someone who constantly presses your buttons is taxing at times but at the end day you love them.
There you are
Close not far
To come alive next to me
I had no clue
‘Til I looked at you
An inanimate object come alive
I was lucky to survive
The fear I felt
When I was dealt
Your loathsome stare
I could hardly bare
Knowing you were in the yard
And there was someone I had to guard
She is who I protected
When it was you I detected
When I went to check again
It was like you weren’t there, my friend
I lit my flashlight down the row
And saw a malevolent scarecrow
I don’t know what you truly were
But you shouldn’t be alive, we concur
No one believed me initially
But you were a reality
I’m glad you are gone
Because you’re the type to cause wrong
You aren’t welcomed here
So stay far away, not near
This poem is based on a story my mom told me when she was in her youth. It was night time when she said one of her brother’s friends was outside with my Nana hanging clothes on the clothing line. What had happened was he was playing around with the flashlight and when he lit up one of the poles, there was a scarecrow hanging at the end and looked up at him. They didn’t have a scarecrow in the yard; my mom told me she heard the friend scream and he was legitimately scared. So, I typed up this poem from his point of view based on what my mom told me.
No, I’m not in love but love is probably the easiest topic to do positive poetry on, considering I’m a budding poet. I’ll get better eventually and have more styles of poetry.