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@BlueFolf I like to try my best to draw. Lately, I been having never ending burnout & it is leaving me high n dry. Thanks for trying to share artists around 😊
Breeding difficulty seems quite high…guess you’ll have to breed me until you’re dry.👉👈
#NewProfilePic this art is makin me smile 😀
Get hip 👉 https://t.co/oKrMbnpWCp
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#DRY #StayDry
#TheJanuaryChallenge #Day24
Challenge today: 'Playing with Paint'. I got out my acrylics & a palette knife & splashed & squished paint around. Added a line but it took ages to dry as my artroom is so cold! Then I added some stick figures. Oh dear.
@64M_Artists #playingwithpaint
'Echoes and Revelations'
Auction is LIVE on @exchgART & ends at 4pm EST tomorrow.
-Digital photography & painting
-Printed on 16x20 cotton rag paper
-Colors and textures by hand w/ dry pastels
-50+ hours of work & one of my favorites
Winner receives the physical. Link in bio🖤
舞台 #インデシ
前作は「C」old〜
その前日譚が「B」eautiful〜
後日譚が「D」ry〜
となってます!アルファベット順☺️
ですが公演順はDry→Beautifulです!
推し、どっちに出るの!?いつ出るの!?という方、画像にまとめてみたので良かったらご覧ください✌️
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pet·ri·chor
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noun
a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.
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after so long, im finally working on an actual h&h comic! i'll be posting the pages on my website, pages 1-7 should be up by thursday 🫶🫶
Stream is gonna start late. Water spilt inside my bag and I have to dry my stuff off 😭😭 https://t.co/I5WuNiTz45
Brrrr.. so cold🥶
I just had to hang up the wet laundry in the (not isolated) sunroom to dry.
There’s a very strong ice cold wind outside and my fingertips turned red and started hurting because it’s so cold😱
Also the loud sound of branches hitting the windows is not pleasant🌪️
Not dry yet, but enjoyed finishing the ink sketch I started the other day @lomelindi12. Very many thanks for the reference pic. 🙂 #inkdrawing #sketching #watercolour #artistontwitter
I didn’t recognize her. When the #dust settled. When the tears ran dry. When the breath in my lungs grew calm. I didn’t recognize her. Without the bruises. Without the scars. Without the heartache. I didn’t recognize her. But I knew instantly the woman rising from the ash was me.
@Blazing9988 The man himself Brig, if you were to try and even season him with any sense of humanity, you'd have better luck trying to dry up the ocean with a wet paper napkin.