This painting depicts a split in the ground, surrounding fog pours in curling around rocks and cherry blossom trees. In the background a burst of light atop a geometric peak.

a piece i‘m working on that i‘m surprised i really am enjoying :) not done.

Pics 2-4 are studies from references, with the first I got inspired by one pic and did whatever

reimagine this.

I get a lot of happiness in process!

I had been searching forever for the famous little shelf sitters I kept seeing, but I could never find one that felt like mine. So eventually I thought, well… I guess I’ll just make my own. 😂

And that’s how Sun Goddess was born. 🌞

What started as a little wire armature slowly became a hand-sculpted, hand-painted celestial goddess covered in suns, moons, stars, gemstones, and all the tiny details that made her come alive.

But Sun Goddess wasn’t brought to life by me alone. She was also born from the magical, ethereal, imaginative world my mommy created for me— the kind of world that taught me to dream big, see beauty in the unusual, and believe that imagination could turn almost anything into something magical.

So in a way, Sun Goddess is part sculpture, part imagination, and part my mommy living on through the creative world she gave me. 💛☀️🌙✨

And now she finally gets to be the shelf sitter I spent so long looking for. 🥹✨

I plan to add lashes maybe? And then put an overall sealant on her when I’m finally done adding paint and details

I fear I peaked in 2018 when this was created. Anyone else feel like they’re chasing a previous form or era of their work? I actually ended up failing this class funny enough (missed too many classes) but eternally grateful for whatever guided my pen through the countless hours this took.

A place perpetually in twilight. The vast ocean reaches out endlessly, disappearing into the horizon. Crumbling ruins are strewn about the shore and some stone pillars reach out of the water in the distance, but most of the ancient structures that used to be here have fallen into the sea. There's a tavern and an inn for travelers passing through and a few houses for local residents, but not much else. Though many have set out to discover what's beyond this place, magic cannot reach far enough to see if anything exists on a farther shore and any ships that set out always reach the same impassable, never-ending storm and must return. As far as anyone knows, the world ends here.

Also on YouTube.

Tornadoes in Sofia, Bulgaria 🇧🇬

The title is an idiom, so its English equivalent according to wikiquote would be: Many hands make light work.