
Three pieces stood out a little bit from the pile that were all occupying my bedroom floor, so I picked them up and took them to class. The first couple were more calculated, but the last one was just a breeze and so fun to do. The brushstrokes took a lot of concentration but the satisfaction of making such great, smooth strokes just felt amazing. Just ink, a brush and some paper. I could go wild. I did actually and I ended up making this obscure image of a fallen trapeze artist. I didn't turn this one in but I have fun looking at it. There is some sort of flame breathing beast waiting at the bottom for her.








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