I've always had an obsession with birds, with their ability to fly, with their hollow bones and above all, their capacity for freedom. When I was a little girl, I collected feathers in hopes that I could charm them and turn into a bird of my choice. I have the memory of flight, and I do not know where it comes from. I, earthbound creature, must be content to watch as these feathered things - all air and hollow light - soar above me on the thermals above highway twenty-one out of Jacksonville. I would think they taunt me, but birds are not cruel, they are not human, and have no capacity for such things...

(I wish I could fly.)

Finished now.

I don't really have anything else to add. Sorry about the short timer?

another attempt at realism

this one however will not be pathetic

-safety save

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I would appreciate it if someone would add to this and perhaps clean it up a bit. I'm also having someone else add to this drawing in a separate collaboration on another website (a Photoshop collab). I'm trying to get 2 different takes on this, if anyone wants to take a crack at it, please say so in a comment below or memo me. You have to be at the intermediate level or higher to qualify for this collab, I only need one person. Thanks.

the rhinosaurus contemplates an emoticon

eep eep eep

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head: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/51010553/?qo=49&q=hair+stock+boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5+in%3Aresources%2Fstockart%2Fmodel%2Fwomen%2Fportrait


i just thought the image was uber shweet
so hurray

Paint :)