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Abbie Sears | Digital and traditional illustration
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appidraws · 5 years ago
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Here are some detail shots from my Inktober drawings this year! I have prints available at appidraws.com/shop
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appidraws · 7 years ago
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@inktober 2018 is well underway! Here are a few of my favorite prompts that I have drawn this month ✒
#inktober2018 #inktober #art #drawing #copic
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appidraws · 7 years ago
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Drawing some summertime moods
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appidraws · 7 years ago
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This is the bridal shower invite I designed for my best friend’s wedding. We’re having a cute witch-themed party  (°◡°♡)
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appidraws · 7 years ago
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My t-shirt design for OU Japanese Club
Adobe Illustrator
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appidraws · 7 years ago
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Generosity Oil on panel  10″x20″
Practicality Oil on panel 6.5″x12″
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appidraws · 7 years ago
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The third work in my new series, Bolus of beer
Digital illustration
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appidraws · 7 years ago
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Latest drawings for my series, Medical Memories: 1. Are you my wife? 2. What it means
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appidraws · 7 years ago
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WIP — drawing from my art stream last night. Finishing it next Monday, so come hang out on 1.22.18 from 7-10 p.m. at twitch.tv/appidraws !
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appidraws · 7 years ago
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2017 STUDIO PORTFOLIO | MEDICAL MEMORIES
My body of work is about my experiences in the medical field and it is a reflection on the brevity and delicate nature of life. The hospital is a place for healing, but it can also be a space where we are forced to confront our own fragility. Patients as well as medical professionals experience this confrontation on a daily basis.
I've written stories about 6 of my most impactful memories during nursing school and work and paired each of them with an illustration. Each landscape illustration is an abstract representation of the person highlighted in the respective story. Some of these stories are light-hearted and others are quite heavy. Although nursing was not the career path that I have chosen to continue, it has had a major impact on how I think about life.
1 | THICK SKIN: As I wrap the blood pressure cuff around his arm, I can’t help but to notice that his eyes are glossy and distant. The air in the tiny clinic room feels heavier than usual. “Do you need anything sir? Is everything alright?” The words stampede out of my mouth before I can organize or restrain them. I don’t know why I ask, because I know this is a bad question. I’m very aware that everything is not “all right.” There is a painful silence that is only accompanied by the nervous wringing of his hands. … Finally he speaks. “I was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer a few hours ago. The doctor told me I only have a few more months to live… I’m so scared. I don’t want to die.” In this moment, his white beard reveals to me exactly how red his face is. His tears are wild and unbridled, running down his cheeks illuminated by the room’s uncomfortable fluorescent light. His chest rhythmically heaves as fear and despair fill up the space between us. I put my hand on his shoulder and I tell him a few words that I know are not enough to help. I feel hollow and useless, and I ache because there is nothing I can do. The wheels of time continue to turn. My face is now wet with tears that I didn’t have the strength to suppress. I enter the hallway outside; a coworker tells me that it is okay and that I’ll develop thick skin before long. “This kind of thing won’t even bother you anymore,” she sighs. My insides are boiling. I do not want thick skin.
2 | SOUP: I am hesitantly entering the dimly lit room with the closed blinds. When I see her sitting in the hospital bed, the first thing that I realize is that she is my age. A car accident did this to her. This could have happened to anyone. I think about how it could have been me. She looks at me and says, “Soup. Soup. Souuuuup. Radiology.” Did I hear that right? I quickly learn about aphasias and how traumatic brain injuries can cause people to use unintended words. She is trying to tell me something but her brain and body only allow her the use of these specific words right now. This is confusing and unfair for her. For a long while, I consider how unfair life can be. It is several days later and I am helping her eat lunch. She is so disinterested in her food. Everything on the tray has a consistency similar to applesauce and it all smells like Hell. Pools of liquid are collecting at the top of the puréed feast as it continues to sit in gross little maroon bowls. I know I’d be disinterested too. “Soup. Soup. Radiology.” She furls her brow and lets me know that she is unwilling and irritated, although it is simply her tone that informs me. I have a thought. “Would you like me to get you a chocolate Ensure to drink?” I ask. Her face lights up. “Ensure is a great drink for great people!” she exclaims. I am in shock. Where did that come from? I run to grab the Ensure. She downs the drink happily. “I love Ensure,” she sighs. Several minutes pass. “…Soup. Soup. Soup.”
3 | METAL IN BONE: This room is a bright, sterile freezer. Moisture from my own breath is suffocating me as it dances around in a confined space inside my surgical mask. I bare my teeth and breathe shallow breaths while the sound of metal entering bone reverberates off the walls. The hip is opened and the surgeon is hammering a stem for a new metal femur head into place. I watch in silence. You can’t put a tourniquet on a hip. There is blood erupting everywhere, splashing onto his mask and coating his face. The surgeon finishes and he exits swiftly. P.A.s are sewing up the incision now. How could anything be this primal and violent, and at the same time this precise and methodic? Never have I seen anything like this before.
4 | SCHIZOPHRENIA: How do I help him calm down? “It’s going to be alright!” These are the only words I can think of. “NO IT IS NOT ALRIGHT. IT WILL NEVER BE ALRIGHT. YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT.” He is writhing and punching and screaming. “Sir, please stop punching and lie flat!” “Yes ma’am.” He is calm now. He was right.
5 | NOT GOING TO BREAK:
I enter the door into a vessel of sunlight. Brilliant rays spill in and absorb every corner of the hospital room with warmth, while highlighting small particles of dust floating around in their own lofty, undisturbed dance. It has been a little while since anyone else was in here.This is my first patient. Even though I’m just here to take a blood pressure, my confidence wanes and my hands shake. I gingerly wrap a cuff around my patients arm, as he slowly shifts his gaze toward me with kind eyes and a smile as warm as the sunlight.“You’re not going to break me.”My anxiety dissipates in the presence of these words; words exchanged between two humans.
6 | STERILE FIELD: I’m carefully opening up a sterile field on a bedside table. My heart is living in my throat and I wonder to myself “what series of life events could have possibly led me to this moment?” This is my first time inserting a catheter. “He’s cranky and cantankerous,” the nurse informed me before we came in. “He just has a problem with everyone.” He looks at me right now as I finish my preparations and he makes some grunts that I can’t discern. My voice is the volume of a mouse when I feel this nervous. I try to bellow as loud as my vocal chords allow. “Your doctor wants us to put a catheter in sir, it’ll help you urinate since you’ve been having some trouble emptying your bladder.” I reach for the catheter and start rolling it through the sterile lubricant. I do this for a little longer than I need to, delaying the inevitable. He screams. “OW, OH OW! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME! HELP! HELP!” “Sir… I have not touched you yet,” I say. “Oh,” he responds.
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appidraws · 8 years ago
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ALERT: It is candy corn season my dudes
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appidraws · 8 years ago
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When you got those sick drawing skillz 
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appidraws · 8 years ago
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I drew my favorite Final Fantasy boys <3 I’ll be selling this poster at SoonerCon!
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appidraws · 8 years ago
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I’ve been really into alternate color schemes since I’ve been watching Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, so I thought I’d try it out with a drawing of Scott Pilgrim and Ramona Flowers <3
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appidraws · 8 years ago
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Finally printed my lithographs this morning! I did an edition of 15 prints. "The folly of self-confidence," 8"x10" lithograph on paper
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appidraws · 8 years ago
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New drawing of an original character I came up with this morning :)
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appidraws · 8 years ago
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My drawing of Sailor Mercury from today’s Twitch stream (my stream is twitch.tv/appidraws !) Gonna do all the scouts in rainy day attire and make them into lil’ stickers :) Follow me on Twitch to watch the rest of them in production!!
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