Grimloch skull
So it has come to my attention that the canines should be extended. I’ll do that once I add on the wings. Anyways this is a sketch of a Realms nation symbol; Grimloch. Still a work in progress, but fun nontheless. 

Grimloch skull

So it has come to my attention that the canines should be extended. I’ll do that once I add on the wings. 
Anyways this is a sketch of a Realms nation symbol; Grimloch. Still a work in progress, but fun nontheless. 

Bird-Lady Yes she has multiple arms. :P There should be 7 independent arms in total and 5 hands. XD See if you can spot them all. 

Bird-Lady Yes she has multiple arms. :P There should be 7 independent arms in total and 5 hands. XD See if you can spot them all. 

So I doodled. My friends challenged me to start and stop new drawings without definitive lines. 
No it’s not sign language. (Though that would have been a great idea!!!)

So I doodled. My friends challenged me to start and stop new drawings without definitive lines. 

No it’s not sign language. (Though that would have been a great idea!!!)

"Aja" One of my best friends in highschool. She’s the model in many of my pieces mostly because I’ve always found a quiet majesty in her persona. She’s a free-spirited, earth hugging, pen-toting, talent driven behemoth. And she’s incredible.  

"Aja" 

One of my best friends in highschool. She’s the model in many of my pieces mostly because I’ve always found a quiet majesty in her persona. She’s a free-spirited, earth hugging, pen-toting, talent driven behemoth. And she’s incredible.  

"Womb" I was a woman possessed. My own art had opened my eyes to an entirely new concept for myself. How similar we truly are to nature. I found it beautiful and I wanted to express it as such. That 17 year old stuck a fake pear inside a fake pelvis and decided to draw it. This 19 year old is still taken aback at all the content that this simplicity has to offer. 

"Womb" 

I was a woman possessed. My own art had opened my eyes to an entirely new concept for myself. How similar we truly are to nature. I found it beautiful and I wanted to express it as such. 

That 17 year old stuck a fake pear inside a fake pelvis and decided to draw it. This 19 year old is still taken aback at all the content that this simplicity has to offer. 

So I became obsessed with the idea of humanizing flora. I decided to represent real situations through using plants. Such as twins in the womb, or a stillborn. 
Note: This is only half of the actual piece. At this time I had only finished half of it.

So I became obsessed with the idea of humanizing flora. I decided to represent real situations through using plants. Such as twins in the womb, or a stillborn. 

Note: This is only half of the actual piece. At this time I had only finished half of it.

Me (at 17)

I found myself between the pages of a black composition notebook with frayed edges and smeared purple ink from a fountain pen I had once loved. Their lines stretched to infinity, an endless parchment of possibilities, the dusty old tomb of freshman year still held words undisturbed. Like long forgotten time capsules; those preserved memories struck me with dizzying power, these were events that I had treasured enough to bind to this everlasting paper.

I felt the waters of the fountain of youth wash over me and gently smooth the wrinkled tablecloth that is my mind. It opened my eyes to how far I had come already, and how easy the future seemed.
The troubles that were plaguing me­ All their answers were written down upon those thin sheets of paper, reminding me who I am. I am a painter, struggling to show the beauty I see in the world. I’m a violinist, trying to add my wavering voice to the global harmony. I’m a writer, determined to find that one shred of originality that I know still exists in this world. Within those thread bound pages were my scrawled meanderings; painting an autobiography only I could understand. Of “depleted siren’s songs” and “hair raising wolf cries”, my story unravels it’s spool. I scan feverishly over each faded mark upon the page, devouring the knowledge that I crave to know about myself. The page flips and it’s a photograph, a hand developed black and white test strip, a shred of paper still held the mysterious beauty of a water droplet about to fall from the spout of a sink. I turn the page again and it’s the old weathered picture I had taken of the dog that was my best friend for nine years before he passed. Little scrawled words drift off the page; stories that I had written about the “little red string” in Japanese folklore that was tied to our each individual destinies. I found in the core of myself a frenzied desire to express all that I can share with the world as an individual. Moreover, I wanted to know all the world had to share with me.

These little wonders would bring hapless tears to my eyes, and I would be helpless to the droplets tracing a path down my cheeks. Because I knew then; no matter which path I take I would be able to find little joys to savor along the way. I want to be able to carry with me these little pieces of my past and build my future into those little 99 cent composition notebooks. The few empty pages at the end of the books left a silent invitation, a gentle beckoning to continue. I cannot, and will not refuse that call. 

"Fetus Nuts"
-as so aptly named by my classmates. This picture requires some artist logic: If fetuses (Feti? No it must be fetuses.) are the unborn children of human. Then are acorns tree fetuses?

"Fetus Nuts"

-as so aptly named by my classmates. 
This picture requires some artist logic: If fetuses (Feti? No it must be fetuses.) are the unborn children of human. Then are acorns tree fetuses?

"Wind"
So I already worked on water and fire and earth. It seemed only right to include wind. I must have a been watching a lot of Avatar that year. So~ Did you know that wind literally carries away some of your dead skin cells every second? It’s like a subdued/slowed down version of someone disintegrating. Is that what we are? To be whittled away by the wind until we are no more. 

"Wind"

So I already worked on water and fire and earth. It seemed only right to include wind. I must have a been watching a lot of Avatar that year. 

So~ Did you know that wind literally carries away some of your dead skin cells every second? It’s like a subdued/slowed down version of someone disintegrating. Is that what we are? To be whittled away by the wind until we are no more. 

"Fire Finger" I thought it was funny that when people shooshhhed other people it’s like they are blowing out a fire- on their finger- which is completely absurd and yet we use this gesture without question. 
Honestly I kinda hate this piece. It’s terrible. Kill it with fire?

"Fire Finger" 

I thought it was funny that when people shooshhhed other people it’s like they are blowing out a fire- on their finger- which is completely absurd and yet we use this gesture without question. 

Honestly I kinda hate this piece. It’s terrible. Kill it with fire?