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Close ups
I wanted use repetition with the flow of the line to allow the story unfolds on its own. But keeping it in a surrealist realm with an emphasis on nature and its interactions with human and how they intertwine.
1 x 6m
Watercolor & Sumi ink on drawing paper
#iloveart #ilovenature
Close ups
I wanted use repetition with the flow of the line to allow the story unfolds on its own. But keeping it in a surrealist realm with an emphasis on nature and its interactions with human and how they intertwine.
1 x 6m
Watercolor & Sumi ink on drawing paper
#iloveart #ilovenature
Close ups
I wanted use repetition with the flow of the line to allow the story unfolds on its own. But keeping it in a surrealist realm with an emphasis on nature and its interactions with human and how they intertwine.
1 x 6m
Watercolor & Sumi ink on drawing paper
#iloveart #ilovenature
Close ups
I wanted use repetition with the flow of the line to allow the story unfolds on its own. But keeping it in a surrealist realm with an emphasis on nature and its interactions with human and how they intertwine.
1 x 6m
Watercolor & Sumi ink on drawing paper
#iloveart #ilovenature
Close ups
I wanted use repetition with the flow of the line to allow the story unfolds on its own. But keeping it in a surrealist realm with an emphasis on nature and its interactions with human and how they intertwine.
1 x 6m
Watercolor & Sumi ink on drawing paper
#iloveart #ilovenature
Close ups
I wanted use repetition with the flow of the line to allow the story unfolds on its own. But keeping it in a surrealist realm with an emphasis on nature and its interactions with human and how they intertwine.
1 x 6m
Watercolor & Sumi ink on drawing paper
#iloveart #ilovenature
Close ups
I wanted use repetition with the flow of the line to allow the story unfolds on its own. But keeping it in a surrealist realm with an emphasis on nature and its interactions with human and how they intertwine.
1 x 6m
Watercolor & Sumi ink on drawing paper
#iloveart #ilovenature
III
In the woods there is a bird, whose song arrests you and makes you blush.
V
At an enormous distance of weight above my subterranean room,
the houses implant themselves, the brown mist assembles.
The quagmires are either red or black.
Township of monstrosity, night without end!
Not as high up there are sewers.
By its sides there is nothing but the
impassiveness of the globe.
Perhaps chasms of azure, mineshafts of fire.
There is a clock that does not sound
There is a pothole with one nest of white animals.
There is a cathedral which descends and a lake that rises.
There is a small car abandoned in the undergrowth, or which descends the common lane, forming ribbons.
There is a troop of little entertainers in costume, glimpsed from the road one travels along, beyond the edge of the woods.
There is, finally, when famished and in thirst, someone who chases you.
Perhaps it is on these levels the reconnoiter of moons and comets, of seas and fable.
In the hours of bitternesses I imagine balls of sapphire, of metal.
I am a master of silence.
What is it that appears in the basement window blenching the corner of my vault?
-Arthur Rimbaud
A continuation of a poem series from last October
III
In the woods there is a bird, whose song arrests you and makes you blush.
V
At an enormous distance of weight above my subterranean room,
the houses implant themselves, the brown mist assembles.
The quagmires are either red or black.
Township of monstrosity, night without end!
Not as high up there are sewers.
By its sides there is nothing but the
impassiveness of the globe.
Perhaps chasms of azure, mineshafts of fire.
There is a clock that does not sound
There is a pothole with one nest of white animals.
There is a cathedral which descends and a lake that rises.
There is a small car abandoned in the undergrowth, or which descends the common lane, forming ribbons.
There is a troop of little entertainers in costume, glimpsed from the road one travels along, beyond the edge of the woods.
There is, finally, when famished and in thirst, someone who chases you.
Perhaps it is on these levels the reconnoiter of moons and comets, of seas and fable.
In the hours of bitternesses I imagine balls of sapphire, of metal.
I am a master of silence.
What is it that appears in the basement window blenching the corner of my vault?
-Arthur Rimbaud
A continuation of a poem series from last October
III
In the woods there is a bird, whose song arrests you and makes you blush.
V
At an enormous distance of weight above my subterranean room,
the houses implant themselves, the brown mist assembles.
The quagmires are either red or black.
Township of monstrosity, night without end!
Not as high up there are sewers.
By its sides there is nothing but the
impassiveness of the globe.
Perhaps chasms of azure, mineshafts of fire.
There is a clock that does not sound
There is a pothole with one nest of white animals.
There is a cathedral which descends and a lake that rises.
There is a small car abandoned in the undergrowth, or which descends the common lane, forming ribbons.
There is a troop of little entertainers in costume, glimpsed from the road one travels along, beyond the edge of the woods.
There is, finally, when famished and in thirst, someone who chases you.
Perhaps it is on these levels the reconnoiter of moons and comets, of seas and fable.
In the hours of bitternesses I imagine balls of sapphire, of metal.
I am a master of silence.
What is it that appears in the basement window blenching the corner of my vault?
-Arthur Rimbaud
A continuation of a poem series from last October
III
In the woods there is a bird, whose song arrests you and makes you blush.
V
At an enormous distance of weight above my subterranean room,
the houses implant themselves, the brown mist assembles.
The quagmires are either red or black.
Township of monstrosity, night without end!
Not as high up there are sewers.
By its sides there is nothing but the
impassiveness of the globe.
Perhaps chasms of azure, mineshafts of fire.
There is a clock that does not sound
There is a pothole with one nest of white animals.
There is a cathedral which descends and a lake that rises.
There is a small car abandoned in the undergrowth, or which descends the common lane, forming ribbons.
There is a troop of little entertainers in costume, glimpsed from the road one travels along, beyond the edge of the woods.
There is, finally, when famished and in thirst, someone who chases you.
Perhaps it is on these levels the reconnoiter of moons and comets, of seas and fable.
In the hours of bitternesses I imagine balls of sapphire, of metal.
I am a master of silence.
What is it that appears in the basement window blenching the corner of my vault?
-Arthur Rimbaud
A continuation of a poem series from last October
III
In the woods there is a bird, whose song arrests you and makes you blush.
V
At an enormous distance of weight above my subterranean room,
the houses implant themselves, the brown mist assembles.
The quagmires are either red or black.
Township of monstrosity, night without end!
Not as high up there are sewers.
By its sides there is nothing but the
impassiveness of the globe.
Perhaps chasms of azure, mineshafts of fire.
There is a clock that does not sound
There is a pothole with one nest of white animals.
There is a cathedral which descends and a lake that rises.
There is a small car abandoned in the undergrowth, or which descends the common lane, forming ribbons.
There is a troop of little entertainers in costume, glimpsed from the road one travels along, beyond the edge of the woods.
There is, finally, when famished and in thirst, someone who chases you.
Perhaps it is on these levels the reconnoiter of moons and comets, of seas and fable.
In the hours of bitternesses I imagine balls of sapphire, of metal.
I am a master of silence.
What is it that appears in the basement window blenching the corner of my vault?
-Arthur Rimbaud
A continuation of a poem series from last October
III
In the woods there is a bird, whose song arrests you and makes you blush.
V
At an enormous distance of weight above my subterranean room,
the houses implant themselves, the brown mist assembles.
The quagmires are either red or black.
Township of monstrosity, night without end!
Not as high up there are sewers.
By its sides there is nothing but the
impassiveness of the globe.
Perhaps chasms of azure, mineshafts of fire.
There is a clock that does not sound
There is a pothole with one nest of white animals.
There is a cathedral which descends and a lake that rises.
There is a small car abandoned in the undergrowth, or which descends the common lane, forming ribbons.
There is a troop of little entertainers in costume, glimpsed from the road one travels along, beyond the edge of the woods.
There is, finally, when famished and in thirst, someone who chases you.
Perhaps it is on these levels the reconnoiter of moons and comets, of seas and fable.
In the hours of bitternesses I imagine balls of sapphire, of metal.
I am a master of silence.
What is it that appears in the basement window blenching the corner of my vault?
-Arthur Rimbaud
A continuation of a poem series from last October
Children of the sea
Trying something new with colors, process video in the end.
Digital
Children of the sea
Trying something new with colors, process video in the end.
Digital
Children of the sea
Trying something new with colors, process video in the end.
Digital
Children of the sea
Trying something new with colors, process video in the end.
Digital
Children of the sea
Trying something new with colors, process video in the end.
Digital
Children of the sea
Trying something new with colors, process video in the end.
Digital
Another view
8 x 10in
Watercolor, color pencil, graphite, digitally edited
#illustration #watercolor
Parasites & Parasitoid
contamination, growth, and rebirth of the self
diseased, healing
Watercolor, ink, color pencil on paper
Scanned, digitally altered
15.95 x 20 inches
#illustration #watercolor
Parasites & Parasitoid
contamination, growth, and rebirth of the self
diseased, healing
Watercolor, ink, color pencil on paper
Scanned, digitally altered
15.95 x 20 inches
#illustration #watercolor
Parasites & Parasitoid
contamination, growth, and rebirth of the self
diseased, healing
Watercolor, ink, color pencil on paper
Scanned, digitally altered
15.95 x 20 inches
#illustration #watercolor
Parasites & Parasitoid
contamination, growth, and rebirth of the self
diseased, healing
Watercolor, ink, color pencil on paper
Scanned, digitally altered
15.95 x 20 inches
#illustration #watercolor
Siren
“The sea is full of teeth, full of music,”
-Muriel Rukeyser
Watercolor, gouache, ink, color pencil on paper
scanned & digitally edited
20.5 x 32.5 inch
#illustration #watercolor
Siren
“The sea is full of teeth, full of music,”
-Muriel Rukeyser
Watercolor, gouache, ink, color pencil on paper
scanned & digitally edited
20.5 x 32.5 inch
#illustration #watercolor
Siren
“The sea is full of teeth, full of music,”
-Muriel Rukeyser
Watercolor, gouache, ink, color pencil on paper
scanned & digitally edited
20.5 x 32.5 inch
#illustration #watercolor
Siren
“The sea is full of teeth, full of music,”
-Muriel Rukeyser
Watercolor, gouache, ink, color pencil on paper
scanned & digitally edited
20.5 x 32.5 inch
#illustration #watercolor
Siren
“The sea is full of teeth, full of music,”
-Muriel Rukeyser
Watercolor, gouache, ink, color pencil on paper
scanned & digitally edited
20.5 x 32.5 inch
#illustration #watercolor
01: The Last Supper
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the first of a series of drawings that i’ll be working on about a murder mystery story
#illustration #digitalart #seriesart #art
01: The Last Supper
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the first of a series of drawings that i’ll be working on about a murder mystery story
#illustration #digitalart #seriesart #art
01: The Last Supper
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the first of a series of drawings that i’ll be working on about a murder mystery story
#illustration #digitalart #seriesart #art
01: The Last Supper
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the first of a series of drawings that i’ll be working on about a murder mystery story
#illustration #digitalart #seriesart #art
Light on the Land
Our first collaboration project, Light on the Land 001, explores the feeling of windy summer days. We approached this concept through mixed media, photography, film, and illustration. This experience has opened doors to future projects, and the whole process has been memorable and inspiring.
Photographer: @kritsinha_
Illustrator: @reginaa_z @a2aple
Lighting Assistant: @smarties_z
Talent: @yinzigartig
@nowkycul
@weilan_liu1108
@ulricaaa_gl
#photoshoot #illustration #mixmedia #filmphotography #fyp
Light on the Land
Our first collaboration project, Light on the Land 001, explores the feeling of windy summer days. We approached this concept through mixed media, photography, film, and illustration. This experience has opened doors to future projects, and the whole process has been memorable and inspiring.
Photographer: @kritsinha_
Illustrator: @reginaa_z @a2aple
Lighting Assistant: @smarties_z
Talent: @yinzigartig
@nowkycul
@weilan_liu1108
@ulricaaa_gl
#photoshoot #illustration #mixmedia #filmphotography #fyp
Light on the Land
Our first collaboration project, Light on the Land 001, explores the feeling of windy summer days. We approached this concept through mixed media, photography, film, and illustration. This experience has opened doors to future projects, and the whole process has been memorable and inspiring.
Photographer: @kritsinha_
Illustrator: @reginaa_z @a2aple
Lighting Assistant: @smarties_z
Talent: @yinzigartig
@nowkycul
@weilan_liu1108
@ulricaaa_gl
#photoshoot #illustration #mixmedia #filmphotography #fyp
Light on the Land
Our first collaboration project, Light on the Land 001, explores the feeling of windy summer days. We approached this concept through mixed media, photography, film, and illustration. This experience has opened doors to future projects, and the whole process has been memorable and inspiring.
Photographer: @kritsinha_
Illustrator: @reginaa_z @a2aple
Lighting Assistant: @smarties_z
Talent: @yinzigartig
@nowkycul
@weilan_liu1108
@ulricaaa_gl
#photoshoot #illustration #mixmedia #filmphotography #fyp
Light on the Land
Our first collaboration project, Light on the Land 001, explores the feeling of windy summer days. We approached this concept through mixed media, photography, film, and illustration. This experience has opened doors to future projects, and the whole process has been memorable and inspiring.
Photographer: @kritsinha_
Illustrator: @reginaa_z @a2aple
Lighting Assistant: @smarties_z
Talent: @yinzigartig
@nowkycul
@weilan_liu1108
@ulricaaa_gl
#photoshoot #illustration #mixmedia #filmphotography #fyp
Light on the Land
Our first collaboration project, Light on the Land 001, explores the feeling of windy summer days. We approached this concept through mixed media, photography, film, and illustration. This experience has opened doors to future projects, and the whole process has been memorable and inspiring.
Photographer: @kritsinha_
Illustrator: @reginaa_z @a2aple
Lighting Assistant: @smarties_z
Talent: @yinzigartig
@nowkycul
@weilan_liu1108
@ulricaaa_gl
#photoshoot #illustration #mixmedia #filmphotography #fyp
Light on the Land
Our first collaboration project, Light on the Land 001, explores the feeling of windy summer days. We approached this concept through mixed media, photography, film, and illustration. This experience has opened doors to future projects, and the whole process has been memorable and inspiring.
Photographer: @kritsinha_
Illustrator: @reginaa_z @a2aple
Lighting Assistant: @smarties_z
Talent: @yinzigartig
@nowkycul
@weilan_liu1108
@ulricaaa_gl
#photoshoot #illustration #mixmedia #filmphotography #fyp
Light on the Land
Our first collaboration project, Light on the Land 001, explores the feeling of windy summer days. We approached this concept through mixed media, photography, film, and illustration. This experience has opened doors to future projects, and the whole process has been memorable and inspiring.
Photographer: @kritsinha_
Illustrator: @reginaa_z @a2aple
Lighting Assistant: @smarties_z
Talent: @yinzigartig
@nowkycul
@weilan_liu1108
@ulricaaa_gl
#photoshoot #illustration #mixmedia #filmphotography #fyp
tattoo flash sheet inspired by sea holly and tree rings
No.12 is taken
dm for more info
tattoo flash sheet inspired by sea holly and tree rings
No.12 is taken
dm for more info
tattoo flash sheet inspired by sea holly and tree rings
No.12 is taken
dm for more info
You abandoned us and departed.
But we the living wrapped you in a cocoon so that you might burst forth as a butterfly into your new world.
- Sayat-Nova
Inspired by the poem of Sayat-Nova from the movie The Colors of Pomegranates.
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#poem #lyricalpoetry #illustration #film #thecolorofpomegranates #avantgarde #sayatnova #art #digitalart
You abandoned us and departed.
But we the living wrapped you in a cocoon so that you might burst forth as a butterfly into your new world.
- Sayat-Nova
Inspired by the poem of Sayat-Nova from the movie The Colors of Pomegranates.
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#poem #lyricalpoetry #illustration #film #thecolorofpomegranates #avantgarde #sayatnova #art #digitalart
You abandoned us and departed.
But we the living wrapped you in a cocoon so that you might burst forth as a butterfly into your new world.
- Sayat-Nova
Inspired by the poem of Sayat-Nova from the movie The Colors of Pomegranates.
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#poem #lyricalpoetry #illustration #film #thecolorofpomegranates #avantgarde #sayatnova #art #digitalart
You abandoned us and departed.
But we the living wrapped you in a cocoon so that you might burst forth as a butterfly into your new world.
- Sayat-Nova
Inspired by the poem of Sayat-Nova from the movie The Colors of Pomegranates.
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#poem #lyricalpoetry #illustration #film #thecolorofpomegranates #avantgarde #sayatnova #art #digitalart
Przeglądaj historie na Instagramie w tajemnicy
Instagram Story Viewer to proste narzędzie, które pozwala na ciche oglądanie i zapisywanie historii Instagram, filmów, zdjęć lub IGTV. Dzięki tej usłudze możesz pobrać zawartość i cieszyć się nią offline, kiedy chcesz. Jeśli znajdziesz coś interesującego na Instagramie, co chcesz sprawdzić później, lub chcesz oglądać historie pozostając anonimowym, nasz Viewer jest idealny dla Ciebie. Anonstories oferuje doskonałe rozwiązanie do ukrywania swojej tożsamości. Instagram po raz pierwszy uruchomił funkcję historii w sierpniu 2023 roku, która szybko została zaadoptowana przez inne platformy ze względu na jej angażujący, czasowo ograniczony format. Historie pozwalają użytkownikom dzielić się szybkimi aktualizacjami, czy to zdjęciami, filmami, czy selfie, wzbogaconymi o tekst, emotikony lub filtry, i są widoczne tylko przez 24 godziny. Ten ograniczony czas sprawia, że historie cieszą się dużym zaangażowaniem w porównaniu do zwykłych postów. W dzisiejszym świecie historie to jeden z najpopularniejszych sposobów komunikacji na mediach społecznościowych. Jednak gdy oglądasz historię, twórca może zobaczyć Twoje imię na liście oglądających, co może stanowić problem związany z prywatnością. Co jeśli chcesz przeglądać historie, nie będąc zauważonym? Tutaj Anonstories staje się przydatne. Umożliwia oglądanie publicznej zawartości Instagram bez ujawniania tożsamości. Wystarczy wpisać nazwę użytkownika profilu, który Cię interesuje, a narzędzie wyświetli ich najnowsze historie. Cechy Anonstories Viewer: - Anonimowe przeglądanie: Oglądaj historie bez pojawiania się na liście oglądających. - Brak konta: Oglądaj publiczną zawartość bez logowania się na konto Instagram. - Pobieranie zawartości: Zapisuj dowolną zawartość historii bezpośrednio na swoje urządzenie do użytku offline. - Przeglądaj najważniejsze: Dostęp do Instagram Highlights, nawet po 24 godzinach. - Monitorowanie repostów: Śledź reposty lub poziom zaangażowania w historię na prywatnych profilach. Ograniczenia: - Narzędzie działa tylko z publicznymi kontami; konta prywatne pozostają niedostępne. Korzyści: - Przyjazne dla prywatności: Oglądaj zawartość Instagram bez bycia zauważonym. - Proste i łatwe: Brak potrzeby instalacji aplikacji lub rejestracji. - Ekskluzywne narzędzia: Pobieraj i zarządzaj zawartością w sposób, którego Instagram nie oferuje.
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