Drawings on Black Paper

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.

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Handmade Bat Doll

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. 😊

The Scarecrow (Poem)

There you are

Close not far

Waiting patiently

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.