"Brokenkit, look in that puddle. Do you know what I see? I see a strong, confident, beautiful young cat...

Oh look, you're here too!"

Lizardstripe for !

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New friend boy alert!! My OC Stempaw that I got from my friend ! Read more about him here: https://t.co/DN9uQAlvhG

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Super quick Lightning Tail design for I always imagined him to have a kinked tail.

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In about 2003, my first picture book was awarded Honorable Mention in Writers Digest Annual Writing Competition. Original paintings burned in house fire. Have not yet sought publication for Betterfly
Concept Watercolor Sketches

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Darting, dodging, dipping, and diving,
The Damselfly streaks across the sky.

Tripping, flipping, and floating
The acrobat falls freely down again.

Ladybug is too slow, but Damselfly is too fast.
Can These 2 bugs come together and become better-flies?

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Laboring, lumbering, laden, lingering,
The Ladybug lollygags along—
Her polka-dotted paint shop lags behind.

“I’d like to be your Dame, Friend-Fly,
But Damsel-Quick, you fly too high!”

Concept Art & Finished Watercolor Painting

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The Perky Purple Pelican Painted by the Moon.
Aren’t you just the smart one?
Your bill is like a spoon.
Anyone interested in an author-illustrated book of very short poems in a picture book format?
Concept Marker & Watercolor Sketches

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I am an old-school artist-illustrator, and I do 99% of my art by hand. I usually draw and paint images slightly more realistically before simplifying them as illustrations. Note 2 paintings that appear again in an illustration

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Hi, & My name is Victoria, & I’m a seeking representation in & My work has won a few awards. Find me at https://t.co/yAUTqD25uT.

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Jacki Kellum Picture Book about the Possible Hazards of Online Shopping
Is Under Revision to Include Kid Cow - Exploring Non-Rhymed Text

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Because I paint with intuition, my art is spontaneous, fresh, and free.

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My cotton town is all shadows now. Life itself is boarded shut-- stone-stagnant, cold-condemned, and gasping, but my cotton clock still ticks my cotton song.
Out on the pavement, holding a tin cup, I’m crying: “I am still a cotton-child, a child that lost my home.”

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One day, my dad trained a crow to talk and named him Sam. Unfortunately, my dad didn’t teach Sam when to quit talking. Sam was a curious creature and picked up everything--including bad words
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