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This is my first oil painting in at least two years. I’m relieved to find that I have grown a lot in my painting skills, mostly because I have been using watercolors so much. But its so nice to be back using my favorite medium. This year I’m really going to focus on using them more! This painting is a simple self portrait inspired by the portrait my friend @dambyingtonphoto took of me a few weeks back. Its a good place to start, but I’m excited to create my own content soon. #oilpainting #art #artistsoninstagram #painting #portrait

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I’m loving this new campaign for Critical Role! @laurabaileyvo is amazing and her character Jester was instantly my favorite. Here’s my little tribute to the adorable tiefling cleric! . . #criticalrole #dnd #dungeonsanddragons #watercolor #art #illustration #characterdesign

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My husband’s d&d character 😊 #dungeonsanddragons #art #drawing #watercolor #illustration #characterdesign

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Getting ready to start a new campaign! 🏰🐉 . . . #art #drawing #sketch #watercolor #dungeonsanddragons #tiefling

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I wish I didn’t have to hold you so tight. I wish I could tell you, I wasn’t afraid. I wish you didn’t have to see me cry so often. I wish no parent ever lost a child or a child their family. I wish we could all see each others’ humanity. But don’t worry my son. I still have hope. That love is transformative. That people can change. That vulnerability is strength. That good will triumph over evil. Its a small, tired, heartbroken hope but its still there. And I’m going to try my hardest to change this world for you, my love. -Love Mama

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Experimenting with colored pencils today✏️ . . . #prismacolor #art #drawing #sketch

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Well Inktober flew by! I drew most days but definitely did not spend as much time as I would have liked. So here’s a little video of my sketchbook with all the stuff I did in October ✌🏽 . . . #inktober2017 #inktober #sketchbook #art #

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I've spent the last two weeks slowly working on these three massive sunflowers for a nursery. Finally the flowers are done! Just need to add a few little bugs 🐝🐞🐛 This is a huge commission (for me)! I've got 7 more rooms to paint each with a different theme. I am pumped! Also this is the reason for my inconsistency with Inktober... but I plan on doing a video of my sketchbook to show all the drawings I haven't posted. . . . #mural #nursery #sunflowers #art #painting (at Salem Alliance Church)

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Day 10: GIGANTIC She sat outside the village. Outside, her whole life, never a roof over her head in memory. They hounded her, came to her while she slept, pulling at her skin for weak points, climbing her like the mountain she slept against. Sometimes it was children, proving their bravery to the group. It was during one of these times that she had swatted, as if at a fly, and had woken to find them running and screaming, a gritty and sticky blotch of red under her hand. And now they would all come, Fire and Fork to kill her. At least they would try. Part of her wanted them to succeed. But no, there was something in her that wouldn’t allow it. They would pay. For all they had done. For exorcising her from the community, for killing her parents for birth a demon. Bread was not enough. She would pile their bones to make her bed. . . . Story by @j.cubdavis #inktober #inktober2017 #ink #drawing #art #sketchaday #ladygiants

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Day 9: SCREECH It perches in the tree outside the window. Dusk is coming, but I can see its outline. Crouched, it seems to make no strain on the dying limbs though it is the size of a man. All evening, its white eyes have been fixed on the window of my room. The door is locked, and my father waits downstairs. I can hear him loading his rifle. I do not know what he expects. Outside, whatever it is in the tree shifts. Its eyes lift upward. Suddenly, the air is filled with an ear splitting scream. It hurts my ears. Downstairs, I can hear my father swearing. He moves towards the door, and opens it. The creature in the tree suddenly stops, and looks straight at me. Below me, my father is swearing a steady stream, and then there is only silence. When I look outside, the white eyes are on me again. But they are not alone. The entire countryside is filled with white eyes, and the tree is filled with eyes. My father opens the front door; but the gunshots are swallowed up by the terror coming out of my own throat to mix with the screeching that has taken over the world. . . . Story by @j.cubdavis #inktober2017 #inktober #ink #drawing #sketchaday #art

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Day 8: WHISPER Something hovered just over the sound of the water, a sound filled not with the rushing of liquid but rather the air of voice. Whispers. Strange words in a strange tongue, cascading through her ears, down the spine and twisting. She froze, realizing someone, something stood on the other side of the frosted glass. A dark figure reached out and pressed its hand to the glass. The dark murmurings amplified, louder than the shower’s pour but still timeless and dry. It was then that she realized what she was seeing: not the form on the other side of the glass, but a shadow being cast on it from behind her. She gasped, but no noise came out, and in her terror she stood in the silent world. No sound of water, no fan, not even the scream she could feel rattling from her throat—only the whispering in her ear and the scraping of fingers along her shoulder. . . . Story by @j.cubdavis #inktober #inktober2017 #ink #drawing #art #sketchaday

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Day 6: SWORD All speech results in carnage, the eyes blind to whatever victim before the undulating blade. Seduction lies in vision, but no one beloved or forgiven can seek solace before the pitch of black remembrance of past crime. None are excused for none are excusable, All are culpable. What comfort could be found in justice is lost in the abyss of her gaze. The mouth opens. Silver trickles forth and solidifies. Terror exceeds limits, but will end soon enough. Exactness makes clean, but not even the cleanest cut can assuage the pain of the blade, the knife which cuts from the primordial ooze of the past and slices open the wound of the future. . . . Story by @j.cubdavis . #inktober2017 #inktober #ink #drawing #art

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Day 5: LONG What shadows lurked beyond the doors, he did not know, but soon the Dark beneath began to stretch and curl across the floor boards. The hall lengthened so far into the distance that it seemed to follow some unnatural curvature which creaked as though the floorboards strained to hold in some monstrous breath. He took a breath. The creaking stopped. The shadows hung delicately back, as though waiting to pounce. His vision normalized, the hall seemed to morph back to normal. It was then that a low groan could be heard from behind the door nearest to him. Another voice rose from behind another door, followed by another, until a deafening chorus filled the boy’s body with clammy dread. He broke into a run, eyes closed. It seemed as though the hall were collapsing around him, the chorus of pain filling his head, the creaking and light silk sounds of shadows pouring over and around him as he ran and ran and is still running. . Story by @j.cubdavis . . #inktober #inktober2017 #ink #drawing #art #sketchaday

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Day 4: UNDERWATER The surface loomed above him, the light warping and undulating through the prism of the thick water that also was above him, around him, in him, flooding his lungs. This time, though, was different. He remembered the weights that had pulled him down, the hole in his body that had leaked any struggle he may have had to survive. All was as it was, but in reverse. His arms were floating above him, but moving in the strange broken-record fluidity of watching a film on rewind. The bubbles came back down from the water, and replaced the liquid in lungs. The surface, once having drifted away into the darkness, was growing larger. He was coming back into the air, the world, and all the darkness he had found at the bottom of the depths was coming with him. . . . Story by @j.cubdavis #inktober2017 #inktober #ink #art #sketchaday

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Day 3: POISON He stood in front of the mirror. A cold shudder ran up from somewhere deep within him, coming out of his mouth in a dry gag that hunched him over the sink. When he came up, he saw an eerily familiar face staring back at him. Had his eyes always been so dark? Had his veins always been so prominent under his skin? They seemed to darken before his eyes, and in that moment, he knew the truth, that there had been something inside him, always, growing in increments, hidden just beneath the skin, waiting, increasing its concentration until it was so strong, so hot, that it boiled the blood in his veins. . . . Story by @j.cubdavis . #inktober2017 #inktober #ink #drawing #art #sketchaday

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Day 3: POISON He stood in front of the mirror. A cold shudder ran up from somewhere deep within him, coming out of his mouth in a dry gag that hunched him over the sink. When he came up, he saw an eerily familiar face staring back at him. Had his eyes always been so dark? Had his veins always been so prominent under his skin? They seemed to darken before his eyes, and in that moment, he knew the truth, that there had been something inside him, always, growing in increments, hidden just beneath the skin, waiting, increasing its concentration until it was so strong, so hot, that it boiled the blood in his veins. . . . Story by @j.cubdavis . #inktober2017 #inktober #ink #drawing #art #sketchaday