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Flowers and ruins

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Really getting used to procreate. I moved from fruit from a study of the classic llanwar elf

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Recently i bought an used ipad air and i am getting practice drawing fruit. An apple a day keep the doctor away but by the third day i got bored and draw a lemon on the forth

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Another artwork from a magic card.

Painting dragon is fun

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Work in progress

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Thank to everyone who voted even if the vote ended up being more a suggestion...

I wanted to color a bit and try using watercolor but kept it to just few tone to keep a more comic style that is closer to pure b/w.

Finished the sketch of a "copy" of a magic card

Unshure what to do i am asking the web

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Finished the sketch of a "copy" of a magic card

Unshure what to do i am asking the web

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Christams wip recreating the art of kaitlyn mcculley for an mtg card

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Drawing a random magic the gathering pack episode 2 part one: an otter.

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I boght a magic pack to redraw them for fun, apparently now there are mouse in magic

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i miss living by the sea

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Look nice, next time you should try the soup d'ognon. The french know damn well how to cook onion

One chopped thumb and 4 hours later

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One day my italian instinct will make me open a restaurant somewhere in the US

it’s “god i wish i was american” day again, keep on rocking you guys on the other side fo the ocean

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Hi guys, changed the blog a bit as i don't paint anymore.

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Sometimes a Son’s Greatest Fear is Becoming His Father

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I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

-William Wordsworth-

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