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The Sun needs to rise, but the Rooster's in bed.
The Cow must be milked.
The Chicks must be fed.
Will the burned-out Rooster wake up?
$DVart #DVpit #kids #art #WFH #watercolor #illustration @jackikellum
When I develop a character for a picture book, I begin with a realistic pencil drawing, and I gradually simplify that drawing and make it more child-friendly & fun.
Watercolor Illustration from Pencil
#DVart #watercolor #painting #illustration #DVpit #WFH #kids #art #drawing
#WIP Prominent role in my MG comic 'Magical Girl for Hire', this is Agent Alejandra. She's one of my OCs in my stash, I've always want her to be a cool mentor and pseudo mom #characterdesign
Eee, can't wait for DVpit tomorrow!
One day, my dad trained a crow to talk and named him Sam. Unfortunately, mydad didn’t teach Sam when to quit talking. Sam learned to repeat everything he heard. His most famous words were “Stop It! Sam!”
#DVpit
In My Garden, Pinks
by Jacki Kellum
As winter’s darkness sinks,
And sunshine yawns and winks,
My back yard drinks and blinks,
And in my garden, pinks.
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Catching lightning bugs beneath haloed street lamps, most of my childhood was spun with shimmering shards of light. Much of my childhood seemed like a Fourth-of-July picnic, and fragments of cold and juicy red watermelon-stars streamed across my sky—or did I simply wish? #DVPit
I’ve reached the shore of my grandmother’s door,
The one from the garden, inside.
Oh, sun-sweet back room
Of my grandmother’s loom,
The place in the dirt
Of my grandmother’s skirt,
In your warm summer lap,
Hold me tight; I will nap,
On my grandmother’s porch,
Let me hide. #dvpit
A house and a yard stood between my childhood home and my grandmother's home. The woman who lived there had the air of a wounded dog, and her eyes cut through mine, daring me to cross. I survived my childhood, always feeling trapped. #dvpit
These are the stories of 3 generations of women who survived their dusty and hard-chiseled childhoods in the cotton patches of Southeast Missouri. One was a sweet-by-and-by Baptist, one was an orphan abandoned to impoverished relatives, and one was determined to get out. #dvpit
Dood’s childhood was a series of grizzly slivers of the Depression, a time that she survived in rural, cotton-clouded shacks in the Bootheel of Southeast Missouri. Orphaned at 9, she slept on the cold, wet lawn of a sanitorium, while waiting for her mother to die. #dvpit
Finally going to bed now.
I’m not freaking out anymore about dvpit tomorrow. Nope. #amwriting #writingcommunity