inknhue
inknhue
INK✶HUE
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✶ 23 ✶Nebraskan Artist✶ Certified Fruitie ✶
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inknhue · 1 month ago
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hecate 🔪
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inknhue · 1 month ago
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inknhue · 2 months ago
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Period
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inknhue · 2 months ago
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inknhue · 2 months ago
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✶ The Well of the World’s End ✶
I have as of today adopted this beautiful edition of Joseph Jacobs’s English Fairy Tales. Specifically a Buckram-bound reinforced library edition (Children’s Classics series)!
It’s been out of circulation for quite some time as we don’t use that type of barcode label anymore but it’s from the high school library I work at now! We have no idea where it popped up from it just appeared on the shelf today and I was lucky enough to be able to bring it home.
While on my lunch break I scrounged up the two blues that our lovely students have left us in our poor color pencil bin, the book and a note pad and decided to flip to a random story. This one caught my eye first so I decided to draw another scene from the story. It was very fun and honestly way better than doom scrolling like usual. I did end up being a minute or two late since I left my applesauce patiently waiting until last second. I was forgiven by the students for my long absence and they, in fact, stole my blue pencils as “payment”. Didn’t even get to say goodbye and thank you to those two sticks in blue.
Next I decided to pack it up and take it to my iPad. Now this, I would absolutely love to recreate someday and maybe add two more designs as a a set of three on a copper etching plate and print it on a similar or replicated paper like that found in the book. A possible summer project indeed.
also, I found this fun melancholy-vibey song to cry to. goes with the story title enough haha :)
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inknhue · 2 months ago
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This scratches an itch in my brain static.
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salmon run
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inknhue · 2 months ago
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✶ Me, Myself and I ✶
For me, I’ve always felt like I was staring at a stranger when I do self portraits. I tend not to occupy my own art, but for some reason I felt compelled to create an alla prima of myself in the middle of the night.
The thing is, I love it. I actually like how this short hour piece turned out. I’m proud of myself for feeling that way.
My last alla prima I created of my face was in 2021, I remember it being COVID, we were in masks, and I quickly finished it as an assignment so I wouldn’t have to stare at myself any longer. I was so uncomfortable then that it shocks me that me, myself and I now wanted to create another.
Maybe it’s a sign I should try and return to past techniques that made me uncomfortable…
Yeah let’s put a pin in that for now. One step at a time, sport.
But anyways, enjoy my face :)
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inknhue · 2 months ago
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everything eats and is eaten
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inknhue · 2 months ago
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✶ Grape Hyacinths ✶
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inknhue · 2 months ago
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✶ Wolf Man (2025) ✶
I watched this movie a couple nights ago so I drew this scene but what is interesting is the quote that stood out to me:
“Sometimes when you’re a daddy, you’re so scared of your kids getting scars that you become the thing that scars them.”
— Blake Lovell
It makes me think back on my relationship with my father.
The Gentle Dwarf.
He’s quiet, with hands worn and calloused, he’s short but his own burliness convinces you otherwise.
He always told my younger brother and I to stay out of trouble, be careful when you go out, no rough housing or horsin’ around.
He was everything his father wasn’t and it makes me wonder what scars did he have? What scars do I have from dad loving me so much? Worrying about me so much?
My high school senior night party, I remember him sitting in the chair when I got home, it was 2am and he sat there the whole night waiting for me to come home. He was worried I would’ve been drinking because his high school self did, he was worried I wouldn’t come home like he almost did. I remember him angry at me for being home so late and worrying him. I remember our silent argument. I was so shocked and hurt, I had so much fun, why is dad being such a fun killer? He never lets me do anything.
But now I remember his watery eyes, shaky hands, the signs of worry and not anger. The way his voice shook when he spoke.
His fear of my scar is what gave it to me.
I love my Dad for all he does, he’s a good man with his own scars.
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inknhue · 2 months ago
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✶ Hello from the Studio! ✶
I’m a self-taught and academically trained artist with more mediums than I have wall space.
Drawing, painting, printmaking, digital. If it lets me build a world, I’m in.
Throughout my page you’ll see:
Mixed media explorations
Print-inspired design
Queer characters & surreal worlds
Occasional chaos and creative possession
Digital, traditional, and everything in between
Sometimes I’ll attach a story, who knows!
This space is for my full artistic range, but always through the lens of emotion, vibe, and visual grit.
Stick around for sketchbook reveals, characters, and maybe a shop one day.
✶ Welcome to the page! I hope you enjoy :) ✶
— Felicity (they/them)
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