My first painting, it's an ant.
He likes to eat cornflakes with milk.
I named him Goroth of the dark sands.

(Timer isn't correct, I spent about 15 minutes on it.)

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One night I dreamed a dream.
I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and one to my Lord.

When the last scene of my life shot before me I looked back at the footprints in the sand. There was only one set of footprints. I realized that this was at the lowest and saddest times of my life. This always bothered me and I questioned the Lord about my dilemma.

"Lord, You told me when I decided to follow You, You would walk and talk with me all the way. But I'm aware that during the most troublesome times of my life there is only one set of footprints. I just don't understand why, when I need You most, You leave me."

He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you, during your trials and testings. When you saw only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you."


^.~ i'm not that big on religion but this poem was always something that stood out to me and when i think of what heaven would be like this poem stands out in my head and well there it is i hope u enjoy

My grandma was an artist. She loved to paint. Mostly flowers and young girls sitting in gardens. She loved seeing me draw when I was little, and she was so proud of me as I got older. She wanted so badly for me to go into an art field. When she was in the hospital, I drew a cartoon of myself on the little marker board that she was facing. She told me repeatedly how beautiful it was and how much she loved it. She always told me that I was so gifted, that I was better than she was, even though it mostly wasn't true. She was so proud of her granddaughter 'the artist'. I only hope that I can continue making her proud as she watches down on me.

edit: This is NOT a painting of her.

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Fried pickles, drunk chicken, craw fishing in the creek
Wild turkey, deer jerky tough as Tarzan's feet
Hot women skinny swimmin', barely belly button deep
Turn muddy river water into sweet, sweet tea
Hayloft lovin' in the holler behind the house
No doubt about what I love about the South

Just updating this to "finished" to clear out the 'ole studio. No more space to draw on this one anymore. I know I can request more space but I'd rather just have room to start another drawing =)

reference from google.

wont be able to finish it...and im not able to delete it either....so i give up....

just something to pass the time till Warcraft is back up ^ ^

i doodled this lil guy in one of my scketch books and he has no name or anything but i thought he was cute enough to draw again