“It is said that those in the far places of the east, where the sun lives at night, lead lives of quiet and peaceful inquiry, simple laborers and scholars who have no need of war. That these people exist in a near poetic harmony, for all aggressors fear to attract the wrath of the mighty guardians who protect them.” ― Jay Valdez
As I grow older, I hope to become more like my father, who caused much amusement by firmly declining a ride by the White House when we went to Washington DC to visit my in-laws. “It’s the White House,” my mother-in-law said to me. “Anyone would want to go.”
Anyone except my father. Over the years of saying no to other people’s adventures, he has retained his triangularity in a world of round pegs with well-rounded to-do lists. He loved what he loved – the bridges of New York, the Halal street food vendors, the ferry to Staten Island – not because they were iconic but because they pierced his indifference.
So I’ve been playing around with reduction kind of drawing. Also, white lines on black backgrounds. I really enjoy the look of it and experimenting with it has been really fun. Here are some OCs of mine and one of a friend’s t.
I play this game called Flight Rising and I decided to make a human
(well, sort of) version of my first dragon, Sanguis. I’m a water element but I
couldn’t resist adding some shiny magic. Please click for full view!